NO, MY LIFE IS NOT THIS PRECIPITOUS HOUR
through which you see me passing at a run.
I stand before my background like a tree.
Of all my many mouths I am but one,
and that which soonest chooses to be dumb.
I am the rest between two notes
which, struck together, sound discordantly,
because death's note would claim a higher key.
But in the dark pause, trembling, the notes meet,
harmonious.
And the song continues sweet.
Rainer Maria Rilke
The Book of Hours (1903)
Recorded and Mixed by Gavin Gamboa
Los Angeles, California, United States
2019
Artwork
Keren Oo
View Trees Leaping Greenly Toward Sky True Dream Ears Awake in the digital garden.