In the silence
after the last tone has ended
there’s enough time
for anything —
For judgements to melt
For things that were constricted
to float free
For the tension, and then its memory
to seep away
Words then impressed upon the silence
have deep weight
Don’t waste them
for they can set
a clear and steady course
across the next cacophonous abyss.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 24, 2012
Beautiful Wendy,
I'm honored that you were inspired by the dance.
Love,
Franklin