Creeping Fingers, pt. 1
by: YoYo Squirrel
My hands are shuddering along the fret board to try and pick a note,
They’re disobeying my every order but are beyond mind’s authority,
My steadily creeping fingers are producing beautiful sound, unfixed, uncontrollable,
They produce a wandering melody that is the only remedy.
These melodic fingers that strike, strive to:
Live for the sake of Living
Breathe for the sake of Breathing
Move for the sake of Moving
Die for the sake of Dying
In no simplistic way will these spidery hands ever stop making the sounds,
If the harmony stops there will be no more, they will be no more,
They will be picked up by the wind and swept away along with the wind and snow,
Drifting away to faraway places to become the absolute nothing.
Small and hidden like:
A grain of rice in a rice field,
A single snowflake in a blizzard,
A pigeon on the streets of London,
A planet in a universe of mysteries,
An Insignificant Person In An Insignificant World
Without the music there is nothing for the hands to play, nothing to seduce the mind,
The reality has to be pinned to the ground otherwise at risk of falling away,
Just let the spidery fingers move along the living strings,
Allow them to make our remedies and motions of sound.
April 29th, 2010 at 9:20 pm
“A pigeon on the streets of london”
That’s, like, Bob Dylan-esque.
There are three things that really stand out to me in this piece.
First is the line about pigeons –Very… surreal.
Second is the name of the author –Fantastic
And third is the fact that this is ‘pt. 1′ –Another section, even if it is entirely different from this piece, would really add to it, I think.
This poem subtly touches on some really nifty stuff.
Keep writing, this is VERY strong!
Thanks for sharing.