Brought Gershwin’s code to a violinist’s venue,
quiet save glass on glass triangles struck on trays
& the whispering of impatient dancers next to the cafe,
to summon Adagios for Strings from a machine’s veneer,
to swell Partita-like, to scatter some stalled malaise
sans feedback, sans cable shorts, levitating perfect double stops
in a rainbow of pitch-shifted reverb & delay,
to vaporize three setup hours for a 15 minute palimpsest of time
while your snippets, your broken-binding brokers of dismay
ebb to where no habitable Wikidot | Wikipedia > WikiNull lies,
& strophic still you compose this elegy, this stateful
melody not to be played for the dying.
2016-04-27
for Pieter Hintjens