"Where Shadows Live"
He took me back,
way, way back,
to where shadows live.
He knew his violin case
was a treasure trove of shadows,
though he slyly never let on about this.
As he started to play,
I felt as if his ears were rotating,
his bow pointing to the stars
The accompaniment I played on piano
but pregnant with mystery
Shadows began to dance against
the walls of my mind
as I heard him improvise,
drawing from the shadows around him.
I saw a 16th-century Italian village
softly lit by torches,
fanned by mischievous winds,
animated by whispering spirits.
His playing spoke of other worlds
In a language that pre-dates my Soul.
Soon I, too, began to rotate,
as if the Music of The Spheres
was in this very room,
pleading for recognition,
while slowly uncovering my own shadows.
For I have seen my share of shadows,
though never have I heard them before . . .
dedicated to Jason Ouellet