The bass note’s hollow strike sustains.
The lone
Note
R
e
v
e
r
b
e
r
a
t
e
s
And then hollowly fades out long.
The mahogany hammer strikes,
R
e
v
e
r
b
e
r
a
t
i
n
g
Again;
This time followed by the deepest
Arpeggio, repeating
The same long, dark, devilish notes—
A depressed, diminished triad.
The sullen root—the bass note
That deliberately waltzes—
Moves ever so sorrowfully,
Spinning around in minor third
Dimensions diminished down to
A fifth of what they used to be.
The sullen
Song
p
l
a
y
s
On in silent sostenuto,
The highest notes tickle the pit
Like butterflies in a free fall.
The somber musical setting
D
e
s
c
e
n
d
s
Into
D
a
r
k
n
e
s
s
As tears well in the swollen eyes
Of the goddesses and the gods
Who fell from Olympia’s peak—
Banished for all eternity
To
The
Shadowy
Underbelly of missing hopes—
Because the cloud that covered them
Hung darkly, heavy, and dismayed,
Never, ever to go away.
This Sitka spruce creates a sound
That is hauntingly beautiful,
Yet so discordantly haunting.
The bass arpeggios slowly
D
i
m
i
n
i
s
h
As the final mahogany
Hammer comes fully down upon
The final depressing bass note.
It
R
e
v
e
r
b
e
r
a
t
e
s
and lingers on in the soul.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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