Each Note is Articulated With The Utmost Brutality

Each note is articulated with the utmost brutality,
said the savant, swiftly, with the utmost gravity;
the fabric of reality rent easily as a raggedy coat,
thought I, silently, as each note is blasted irretrievably
into the past, slipping out of being quickly as a quark -
because what is quickly ripened becomes quickly rotten,
and then forgotten. And so we mused about music - sound
and silence expressed through time; about rhythm,
pitch, texture and timbre, how some pieces just soar
while others seem to clamber. The adept and the neophyte:
one a devout devotee, the other a nomadic rambler.