4.MOON AND MEMORY
there is no limit to the stretch of words
yet they shall snap back to the punch of present,
piquant, drenched, unpersuaded:
the insistent knot and never of this loss.
four times
(since severed heart turned stone, hope faded),
four times the moon has drained the palest light,
punctured, bled out, trespassed, wilted.
four times, too,
risen, filled, flowered again.
memory and forgetting is the long answer to all.
the longest of views: a levelling balm, recycled effulgence,
finally ingested, become ornament and unbound.
rippled eternal edge,
each falling is a misunderstood choreography –
taking wing, pushing out, interrogated possibility.
an orbit. a turning away and a turning towards.
—
simonhlilly 
With this one, I hear the music most. Beautiful. 😉
Thank you, Cynthia. If I were to put this to music I think every part would have a very different sound! Although the theme remains the same, and it has been written over the last few days, every section has a distinct voice and flavour of its own. This would be somewhat Dubussy-esque, perhaps. The next section is much more proclamatory, perhaps somewhere between Altai throat singing and polyrhythmic rock!