Noble Rot
beyond need, beyond want, beyond desire
beyond power, fame and fortune
one thing,more than anything,
something as simple as,
and nothing more than,
Time
for it will betray us all
just when
the ambrosia of melodies melts across sound to taste,
but before the tongue can wrap around
the truffle of Mozart,
the bitters of Mahler,
the confection of Satie
before the throat can swallow
the dessert wine of Debussy
with hints of oak, blackcurrant,
and even botrytis cinerea itself
a knock at the door,
the rattle at a window
lights flicker
and in their fade
the man in the mirror
staring back through grapes of wrath,
in the grips of noble rot
the malevolence of time
meeting
the benevolence of timing
where sweetness,
however short lived,
surely follows
photo by d. frechard
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