Jason Dean Arnold
When You Hear Music
“When you hear music, after it’s over, it’s gone, in the air. You can never capture it again.”
Eric Dolphy, Last Date (1964)
Some say that the earth will end in fire, swallowed
in heat, awaiting inferno gestating inside, and if
it’s true, we’ve had lots of close calls- summers
when our sun remained unseen through volcanic ash,
summers of golden states blanketed entirely in flame,
summers when split atoms crushed whole cities
to dust, and summers when I listened to your body breathe,
struggle to stay. My father created mixed tapes
to take your mind off pain, transport you to another time,
maybe to the summer you explained to me the science
of flight while sketching on a worn WWII aircraft manual.
Your music is gone in the air, but that drawing remains,
the pencil aging into a carbon echo of former lines.
Everything ends in smoke, reaching for weightlessness.
We are all Icarus, reduced to infinite particulates
Carried by the air we breathe; I carry you in my lungs
As I move around this temporary space, these rooms.
Marks made with your teeth, lips, salivating mouth
Still scar the many wood pipes that smoked you,
Artifacts of a failing red heart that cling to the past.
The closet air rich with the scent of wet ash, your soured
Flesh, atomically entangled, is buried beneath
The weight of time and music and all. I want
To see your handwriting, to have another lesson
On flight. I want to hear your voice.
Explain it again.
Lift and drag, lift and drag. We are the shape of wings
To come. We are flying above it. Now, we are weather,
No longer tethered. Now we are free.
About the writer:
Jason Dean Arnold’s entire career has been devoted to the importance of education, from teaching in the K-12 setting to designing and teaching online courses for post secondary. He currently serves as the director for E-Learning, Technology, and Communications at the University of Florida’s College of Education. Jason has no ability to compartmentalize. As a result, his writing, visual artwork, and music (and other creative output) are all extensions of his love for learning. His most recent poetry chapbook, While this Human Engine Waits (2018), was published by Epigraph Magazine.
Image: “Lost in the Wind” by Jacob Berghoef. Photograph created in-camera. This photograph is from Berghoef’s series ‘Wander through deserted land,’ a sequence of photos made in the Agger Tange nature reserve in the times of the year when the grasslands are mostly dry. Agger Tange is a swamp area just south of the coastal town of Agger on the North Sea coast of northwest Jutland, Denmark, and is part of Thy National Park, the oldest nature reserve in Denmark. Berghoef is a self-taught fine art photographer with extensive experience both in analog and digital photography.