It’s not in its melody
it’s neither from violin nor timpani
neither from the woodwind weeping
nor in the cello’s sobbing,
but in the merciful silence,
that tantalizing temptation
of nothing
, right between the last largo
and the closing crescendo
that music truly dwells.
Today Linda hosts dVerse Quadrille and the word is music which has to be incorporated into a poem of exactly 44 words.
February 20, 2023
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I love the way you evoke the orchestra in your quadrille, Björn, while at the same time advocating the power of silence. Great us of alliteration in ‘woodwind weeping’, ‘tantalizing temptation’ and ‘closing crescendo’ – musical sounds indeed.
You’ve captured the essence of music so well, Bjorn!
Yes, that moment of merciful silence is divine Bjorn. Adore the weeping and the sobbing from those instruments.
I like the cadence and the sound of this as it is read aloud. What a sound-friendly and beautiful venue to house music! Looks like you have a good seat right in the center.
truly gorgeous poem. hope the music that inspired it was as good.
Wow there is a stark contrast created here. It works well.
Much❤love
Oh, yeah; that space between the notes is IT, isn’t it? Beautifully rendered, BR. Thanks.
Nicely done quadrille.
The music of silence… yes, haunting!
The beauty is in the pause….wonderfully done Bjorn
Oh beautiful!
Wonderfully musical! 🙂
Björn ~ you’re a maestro.
❤
David
I find the silence of the nothing far less frightening than the silence amidst the noise. Very ponderful poem.
In the gap, in the waiting silence where we dwell in desire and hope — that music should dwell there is a remarkable metaphor for music but also much in life, especially the spiritual journey.
I agree with you Bjorn it’s sort of like the big deep breath before the wail! 🙂 ✌🏼❣️
Excellent, Björn. Where music dwells. 🙂
love how you captured the music in this piece ❤
You had me with “the sounds of silence…”
Sets everything up in the orchestra and you brought it in to our attention. Thanks Bjorn!
Hank
Musical poem indeed.
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