Earth (For Hans)

The violin quivers with silence; there linger in the air

the soft remnants of Hope

for long thereafter. We imagine Eternities.

We carve out of wood some

semblance of ourselves,

but it can only break apart, or burn.

Men, they all die.

The woods prolong our spirits,

as the stars reign

in their silence.

I have heard the Music

ineffably fragile,

like a deer in spring,

like stillness is

as well. I have also heard the trumpet

lasting into the silence,

as though quiet were carved

by God

for songs to fill.

July 1st, 2017

Sequim, Washington

af. "Earth" by Hans Zimmer