time takes its detail
and life its fullness,
leaving just this theme in memory.
we hum along with
what is left -
a subtraction leaving only
spine and odd flourishes,
what is essential
and the strangest other things.
markers of passage,
of decay;
memories of music
reduced
are still memories
of music.
what remains,
after all,
is a song.
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