Four Ballades

Four Ballades

dedicated to Jason Bae

 

A prodigy studying at the Academy

plays Chopin in a hospital chapel with blue-gold windows

and tapestry kneelers;

 

a young patient listens in a wheelchair 

strapped to a chemo-stand

tufts of unsure hair, the whites of her eyes paler than glass

 

fingers slip over black and white ivory rivers,

water downstream

notes dipping inside invisible places

 

reaching the edges of a morning sky

where winter sea-birds sleep

and where white hyacinths are strewn over an ocean

 

where glimpses of light from a solar moon

wakes days drowning into days

opens empty rooms

 

after the concert, she speaks in mono-syllables

snow falling as snow       

at last I know

why it is, that I do want to live.

 

- Audrey Ardern-Jones (2015)
Revised on (2016)