‘a trace memory to nothing’ (Paul Monette, Borrowed Time)

Diatonic shards
Play in swirl dust
The evening unheard
On a different frequency
Overlapping voices
door was slammed
(03.milisecond duration)
Chunks of music from
a shorted player
maybe Shostakovich
Peek at pantomime movements
absorbing the ice clinking
Every few moments the
distill greetings
No one is coming upstairs
No one has come down
Voices hover
At some point musicians were
Summoned and just as the
Conversation seemed to reach
High volume warmth the
Raw heart search
Dizzy in the brain anyway
dropped off at
Some point; dreamt
I got up and kissed all of the pictures