Hitting the notes, ringing the change / It's clipped phrasing and dry ice in summer / Straining against the rhythm, speeding it up / Loping forward and looping back, finding the curl / In the wave, the modd in the air. It's / Splintered tones and furious double timing / It's leaving the other instruments on stage (
Camila Nebbia, poem by Edward Hirsch)
© Camila Nebbia, Berlin, 2024, Florian Fritsch
