Pitches

A poem about music I wrote while listening to an acoustic guitar instrumental.

Every note fades

outlived by a context that allows the next to be heard from the perfect perspective. 

Pitches and tones simultaneously more articulate and less specific than poetry. 

Minors and Majors don’t conflict, they compromise,

together they’re not nullified, but contrasted. 

They blur into something that words will never need, or be able to arrest. 

The sum of these finely tuned and timed noises, 

Whatever that is