After the last tone

In the silence

after the last tone has ended

there’s enough time

for anything —

For judgements to melt

For things that were constricted

to float free

For the tension, and then its memory

to seep away

Words then impressed upon the silence

have deep weight

Don’t waste them 

for they can set

a clear and steady course

across the next cacophonous abyss.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 24, 2012