When you’re gone
I put on Schubert’s ‘Trout’ Quintet,
imagine your fingers in graceful arches
dancing across my skin.
And when in the second Movement
the piano slows, barely
hovering above the double bass’
abyss of sorrow, I sink into
wait for what I know comes next –
the Scherzo – the breathless anticipation
just before we meet again,
the sound of the trout rushing upstream,
one glorious leap after another,
silver scales shimmering,
notes fat with desire.
- Irene Latham
The Trout is still one of my most favorite pieces of music... unfortunately this poem doesn't even come close to doing it justice. I should write another one.
"Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons. You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body."
~Oliver Wendell Holmes