Melancholy for a Dance

the most distressing revelation has come to me
love is a harmonics played exactly like chords

whose strum is not one note and then another

staccato is the interest in a duetto so regular in tempo
boredom & lapse seldom dance a sarabande like language dense & pleasured

in this particulate field in this moment it’s just too much

and that it can happen all in its own context without outside
conversation

don’t I know dissonance and atonality also are available

au courante with a question set to it
why are grace note

ornament turn trill

like a fan in a hand flourished
still so essentially flat