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{in memoriam sui} anthony dimatteo When I die will people say, "he left a little light"? A tiny match down one long dark tunnel burns mimicking the sun at the open end. Yes that, but also light of mind, carefree, happy, and a tad daft - free of can, heavy on did? That is, he took off without much ado or baggage, not even enough to wash his soul should that prove to be the case of those who leave behind the light once ahead. He went brisk of mind with no regret out the door, a little wind for guide. Instead of a toll, a cricket's last call throbs against the night, the way, in a dark hall, bombed out, and teetering over the collapsed floor where somehow a piano escaped harm, a hand might lift to touch one key, perhaps middle C, rest on its soft white face for a moment and then press down ever so lightly, drinking the sound all the way down 'til the one-note song grows still and empties into the silence I so love. |
