A jazz piece for sure and with lyrics about rain and night and something/someone gone. For good. Although absence is one of the least permanent things I've encountered. Suddenly, Spring arrives with madcap abundance, filling absence beyond measure. Like a favorite dish which no longer relies on a recipe. Or all the filled notebooks waiting for an audience of one.
Wandering the city, she is hard of hearing and yet wants so badly to belong. The peculiar geography which has been an envelope for so long, complete with water, wind, sun, earth, cement. The care it takes to arrange itself and rearrange itself through chaos and opulence, its citadels to art, music, romance. A single multi-plumed bird sings through and echoes off the pyramid, its perpendicular song raging in the afternoon-- a warning? A gift? A riff on the here and now?
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