Poetic Presence

The sighs of a fading voice move room to room through the thick air like a hand beckoning for attention.  Notes of fear in what is to come signal disappointment of dreams that might have been.  Desire to find solace in the things achieved remains a work in progress, while surrounded by moments of history seen through the aperture.   

An energy exerted through a continued fight for mortality has spent six years seeping into my darkest cavities of thought.  Watching the light within the seed of my creation slowly fading through the fight with this astrological sign that crawls deeper and deeper.  The strength of a voice that used to be resolute now echoes at a pitch farther from the familiar, which no form of therapy has been able to assist. 

Mortality resides within the continuation of this struggle.  The questions of what tomorrow brings, or if tomorrow will even come, are an intimate partner. The sickle has come often to this doorstep in the last five years.  While the exposure creates strength and a desire for more, it also creates questions.  How do you measure the meaningfulness of a life? 

As darkness has come through the door many times and another light dims the desire to increase my own and that of those around me grows stronger.  The silence approaching has brought pain, but personal growth. A photon attracts the energy of the surrounding particles in order to travel and give light to new things. Out of darkness the new light is emerging.  While time continues it has created an urgency and desire for personal action as new beginning.  The pitch and fading sigh sounds, but exist within the brackets of the score. A sonata that continues to grow within an epic symphonic poem we continue.