Friday, 16 December 2016

Музика довечера/Music tonight

Music across the water,
that's how it is – a sound
which skirts the smooth docks.

The way home attended
by arpeggios, vamped chords.

 That’s how it is:
the old bloke on the fiddle,
the others on flute and drum.

 There’s music tonight
across the water.

And that sense of playing,
a sense of playing out …

The spittle wiped
from the mouthpiece.

Everything might be otherwise
without the need for translation.

Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips

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