I listened
to the composer’s music
solitary while riding the subway–
not multitasking, not otherwise
occupied.
And so the thought
came to occupy me,
unfolding in slow phrases:
What do we value in music?
What of its values occupy us?
What aural codes
do we enjoy resonating with?
As I listened
to the composer’s music
it seemed to offer some hints–
long tones rubbing elbows,
space between the notes,
and brevity–
before the subway ride itself
was over.
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