<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530467" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Melody</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A melody echoes through<br>the walls, reverberating softly, <br>quietly, absently in the hallway, <br>seeping up through the paint, <br>tingeing it with the crackle<br>of color that once wandered through<br>the corridors of a half-forgotten<br>consciousness I thought I remembered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear the record skip a beat, its<br>metronome tapping against<br>the insistent plod of scratched vinyl.<br>The piano arpeggiates to keep<br>time, to keep its shape, to accompany<br>the passing seconds. A voice<br>reminds me that it speaks through<br>muffled words, disintegrating bliss—<br>without a future, without a past—<br>that decomposes in the contour of<br>a turn of phrase—that wears out in<br>the ghost breath the singer draws in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cracked memory of another time<br>or place deliriously meanders through<br>my thoughts, maniacally haunting<br>the vacant, three AM shadows that<br>crawl between my ears.<br>The disfigured ache, the fuzzing hum<br>of saudade, never quite materializes, <br>never quite comes into focus.<br>An image, a decoupage of <br>my impressions, sifts through<br>the jazz of midnight and cloaks<br>the air with the gray noise of decay<br>and rediscovery. A melody reminds me<br>of the choric sounds, the tumult<br>of tiny, vanishing hooks that trace<br>what was once sunshine—<br>what was camaraderie at arm's length.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530467" data-title="A Melody de Tim Stensloff" data-description="A melody echoes through the walls, reverberating softly, quietly, absently in the hallway, seeping up through the paint, tingeing it with the crackle of color that once wandered through the corridors of a half-forgotten consciousness I thought ..."></div> </div> </div>

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