Brubeck’s gone now or missing _ a beat
Brief as any backward glance _ disguised
With inhaled pause words like ‘Oui’ _ replete
As a thought caught, considered _ surmised.
Riding an updraft in five _ four time
Like a finch that bobs and floats _ between
Nine quick wingbeats, a suspense _ sublime
Defying a steady course _ the seam
Apart. Toes tapping in sync _ opaque
Measurements of broken sound _ silence,
As insects pulsing as one _ now break
Cadence, adjust the tempo _ from hence.
A black hole of music, gaps _ project
The lively play of pause and _ effect.
4 responses to “Sonnet 4: Brubeck’s Gone”
Love this! Who’d a thunk it? and in 5/4! (I know. I shouldn’t even be surprised at all. Talent. Beauty. Brains. The whole package. Can you read that in 5?
Thanks, Kyrl. It’s fun that you stumbled on this, and great to get a comment from a real live music maker.
A sublime tribute!
Hey Ann. I actually thought I was holding this close to the vest while I repaired some little background problems on my site, so I’m surprised you saw it. I appreciate the feedback.