не знаю, понравится ли Вам на бумаге оно так, как понравилось мне в живом авторском исполнении.
надеюсь, не нарушу копирайт.

Diminueno

The down turn of minor triads
till the fading clefts
hold no vibration
Where in the mind of music
is the perfect note?
At the center of the bludgeoned chord?
Sixteen, writing songs for 35 year old
musicians who snorted their way to oblivion
Moments of acid ecstasy,
frozen winter landscape
stretched before me
second floor office with red telephone.
Long gone.
Godfrey's property now in different hands.
Black limousines rerented or sold.
The little town still small.
Sweet honey blond Teresa
high on cocaine
trysting with the manager
who laughed at her
later
when she and her friend
were up the road
smoking dope
and drinking malt liquor
There were other bands
like Novas,
blasting light then fading
to oblivion.
Worlds did not live on
except in chronicle
and I am still aware
of the potent negative energy
of the primadonna.
So many middle men
milking destiny for hope,
not knowing the simple equation
relies not on ego
but on truth and creation
and diminuendo
the down turn of minor triads
till the fading clefts
hold no vibration.
A twist of the finger
and the slice of a chord
Where is the mind of music
is the perfect note?
Only in your dreams.
Or in the work you didn't do.
Or perhaps it isn't.