The Music Stand

[douglas]

I have not moved the music stand.
It remains where he placed it;
Put down in the position that
He chose.

Each time I look at it I am reminded
Of our afternoon together.
Seeing it comforts me,
Because it was his vision
That caused it to
Come to rest,
Right there,
In a corner of my bedroom.

As a consequence, it seems to have
Taken on an aspect of his persona.
Inadvertently, he has left a piece
Of his energy there for me to remember him by.

And I don’t really care how casually he may
Have moved it.
What’s important is what that gesture
Means to me.

[eclipse]

this requires several readings-such depth

[poetjohncompton]

aww... did he die? or leave you?

 

this is very sad. i enjoyed it.

 

i just want to also say thank you for your kind words on my old old poems alex put on the board.

 

good poem.