Michael Keshigian is a performing musician and collegiate music educator in
LIFE
It’s like fishing
on a starless night
when the moon sinks
into
our dreams are the hooks
upon which we bait
our raw hearts
and cast
on a monofilament thread,
pass reality
into the splash of the universe,
holding the line tightly
for a nibble
though it’s lost to sight.
Its long descent
tightens our stomachs,
dries our tongues,
yet with a sigh of hope
we anticipate
the subtle tug of fulfillment.
MUSIC APPRECIATION
He asked them
to ta ke the music outside,
listen as they held it toward the sky,
let the wind rattle its stems,
or place the sheet against an ear
to hear a tune
through the hollow of its shell.
He told them to jog
the parameters of the staves,
walk the winding road of its clef
and imagine living there.
Perhaps they could drop a feather
upon the music’s resonance,
follow its float among the timbres,
or ski the slopes of musical peaks,
gliding unencumbered into its valleys,
then thank the composer
for varying the landscape
when they left the lodge.
But the class was determined
to stalk each phrase,
analyze chords for manipulation, cunning
and seek the hidden form.
They handcuffed the notes
to the music stand,
even flogged the melody
with a drum mallet,
until it whistled a meaning
never intended.
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