Wednesday, October 19, 2011

6 Notes
Oct 17 2011


The wind chime
has 6 notes.
They sound one-at-a-time,
like a clear bell
struck cleanly.
Or in volleys
too close to tell.

They reflect every nuance of wind,
speed, direction
and shift,
a percussionist
with no innate sense
of rhythm.

They sustain
bleeding into the next,
persist on eddies of air,
or abruptly vanish
ripped
out of ear-shot.

Overtones
cancel out, reinforce,
conjuring new sounds
never heard before.
There is no such thing
as pure vibration,
the naked tone.

Incredibly
these 6 notes
ring true
but never repeat themselves,
composing a constant stream
of new music.
A blizzard of sound
as different as falling snow
    a million frozen flakes,
divulging the wind
deadening noise.
The infinite permutations
of 3 molecules
6 notes.

The alphabet has 26.
Just imagine
how many poems.

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