I have never
Will ever be
And even then
On that balcony
Isn’t dreamt of
a. duncan, 2020
♟ Post Script Notation:
This piece was composed in the middle of the night. I have no conscious recollection of writing it nor am I sure that what I was envisioning during its process. Imagine my bewilderment the following morning on discovering the note app on my phone already open with this poignant little stranger staring up at me. I’m fascinated that it’s subject matter and structure are apparently my own – yet at the same time – wholly unknown to me.
The title is derived from its eerily prophetic closing lines. Just as the figment can’t be recalled – neither can the prose.
‘Cause I know I’m not at the wheel
Video featured music: ‘The Screw Turning’ by Max Richter