thoughts

these days many thoughts linger. some were or are in the process of being transcribed into unfamiliar melodies, strange but dazzling chromatic progressions, richer dynamics, longer phrases, more unexpected pauses but no single note isolated. it almost seems that it is finally going beyond itself to reach, to seek, to imagine; eager but anxious of its becoming. it suspends and resolves, suspends and resolves, like an infinite loop in need of rest (strangely oftentimes resolution is substituted by some form of suspension); but it does not know of its becoming. so it waits and occupies itself with cute thoughts while it waits. ah why not?