
“AUTUMN LIGHT REMEMBERED”
(Inspired by Brahms Symphony No. 3, Mvt. III Poco Allegretto)
In the silence sewn between two heartbeats,
a violin begins to stir,
a gentle softness, as evening’s silken hair
brushing over the river’s flowing silence,
warm as a name no longer spoken,
a name never forgotten.
The melody walks the silver path
that lovers do
when they fear the world might vanish
if they float through here too quickly.
The violins, cellos and violas
carry the ache of an autumn’s evening light, amber and trembling,
so faint but yet remembering
everything it ever held in its soft glow.
Here love whispers love,
yet knows of joy’s fragile membranes,
and how easily it slips
through even the most faithful hands.
Stillness…
Settles evenly beneath the sighs of strings,
while promises move
the pulse of hope
threading through the shadows,
to tell you:
I am with you,
even in the places
where we cannot remain.
And then the music ends
as love oftentimes does,
not broken,
but evaporated, like darkness on a brilliant morning,
leaving ghosts to fill the air with thoughts,
creating the final chord
that echoes endlessly
through the indifference of a sunny day.
C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 6th of December 2025, Valencia, España
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Hay cosas que uno entiende tarde…
y cuando las entiende, ya no puede volver atrás.
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fluye el tiempo de la tarde, instantes a segundos y los mece el sonido del violín, me llega el poema y se acompasa con la música que escucho en este momento, Bob Dylan The times They are chain…
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