Slow movement
In loving memory of Jamie Gardiner 1994 – 2017

 

If you loved me,
paint the air
with music.

Let the notes fall
on your face
like winter sun.

Allow your body
to be plucked,
fingered,
bowed

and your heart
to be kneaded
and stretched
by warm hands.

Open your throat
as if to sing
but put words
away.

Listen with me
to what I loved
and then,

when the colours
fall like petals into
silence,

hold the peace
as if it were
my hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem by Sarah Mnatzaganian was first published in London Grip in March 2017