We are what remain,
after songs have finished writing us
It took them supreme effort…
To let go…
Of their sharp edges, their speed and singularity.
They need to talk
With other songs in comprehensible language
To slow down, extend their fingers and hesitate.
Songs write a person
Barely, stop and materialize.
We are what remains.
© 2014 Yehoshua Aryeh Sapir