A Rush Of Small Imperceptions (Poetry)

Odd words drop free
they flutter to the ground
and lie there rustling
their spent force sound
before the echo of each
conversation’s lost all meaning
mouldering away

Those fine summer-fresh phrases
light in love’s balmy air
tease the memory
did we sing those songs?
the repertoire’s stripped bare
no leaving note hung anywhere
so fades the farewell finalé

Performance over
both audience and players
mingle wistful recollections
savour ad-libbed moments
the season’s sweet and salty flavours
stray lines hummed along
words ultimately failing to fulfil
                                        their promise