Silence Before The SoundA Poem by John Stussya little something I personally experience as a performer.
So many silences That exist within sound, So many meanings Behind each and every one. There are silences spent In lovers’ arms, And the common quiet Of deep, strained thought. The embarrassing quietude That is a solid prelude To the rambunctious laughter Of our peers or employees, As well as the stillness Of nighttime fears. I’ll not speak of these Since they likely will Be told about By the other poets here. Rather I shall speak of one I have come to know As a stage musician, The purest moment In every concert That I have ever played in. It dwells within the moment before My lips meet with my saxophone, And the sweat beads up on my forehead From the heat of the stage lights. It’s a black hole of sound, Not letting a whisper emerge Even from the audience before you. This silence is much more than a pause, And has more to it than a crowd Holding its breath for the first note. No. This silence. It is a destroyer of worlds. It crashes down upon all there is, Swallowing everything in sight. The silence sucks sound and sense, Serenity and stupidity, Secrets and surprises. It takes it all in its iron grasp, And threatens to crush it. No doubt that it has more than potential, But definite ability to take such action. However much power it has All it does is hold the universe As a small bead in its palm, Waiting for the inevitable. But, it is not a destroyer. The silence is an enhancer. It’s the quiet to the storm, The beginning to all music. Music is the big bang to bring everything Back to life with its amazing power. © 2008 John StussyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 7, 2008 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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