Midnight Measure
A poem and musical piece
Experience - Ludovico Einaudi
There’s something in Ludovico Einaudi’s Experience that mirrors this moment, the quiet repetition, then the build, then the lift.
A body remembering what it once was.
I had it on repeat when writing this, I’d encourage you to spend a moment with it yourself!
Midnight Measure
Dust upon the thick veneer, light slices the crowning heads, murmurs trickle down the rows with an anxious midnight flow. The side curtain draws a hush, rubber rolls across the boards, a creak that long held applause. His knees tire, always bent, muscles long forget their length. A curved spine and skin hang low, shoulders whittled to a rounded bow. Pressed against his frail friend, yellow hands and faded ivory blend. Breath rasps at heavy memories; the crowd softens at the worn couple, a giant shrivelling over his fame. But then his fingers — his fingers dance upon the keys, eyes ignite the time machines, and as his legs melt to the seat his frame swells with the beat.



"murmurs trickle down the rows." how captivating!
"yellow hands and faded ivory blend" perfect!