Interval
by Iain Matheson
(After Iain’s piece of music of the same name – see the video below)
Silence is nothing
if not an absence.
Its size need not be
great so long as it’s
entire. The contour
of each silence, stretched
from then to now with
not one rumble or
bang, has a brilliant
geometry of which
nothing may be said.
A silence is so
simply mislaid, fierce
rehearsal alone
holds any hope of
keeping it secure.