“and no more sadness than absolutely necessary.”
space is where all the good stuff is happening
(a zeze, a six stringed two necked instrument.)
its necks are infested with worms,
eating away the insides of the wood,
producing small heaps of dust on the ground
where it leans against the wall.
the musician plays,
while the neck is disappearing under his hands.
eventually, it will break under the pull of the strings,
maybe even in the middle of a tune.
but, at this moment, we can still hear the musician play.