Kurt Philip Behm

The Lyric\'s Unborn

The music trying to catch up with itself

as I sit here in the dark

—a figment of a lost dimension

—a remnant of some other duality

This place becoming a steppingstone

to what is now already gone

and the melody so close, so distant, and so far,

passing through itself to what might have been

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

 

 

Time\'s Betrothal

 

Married to the moment,

divorced from everything else

my vows repeated over and over

—this present forever to begin

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)