Love’s labour

Right now, my wife is teaching herself to play Keane’s, Somewhere Only We Know, on the concert grand. She’s probably frustrated she’s not getting it perfect, but something in that imperfection, in reaching for the right notes, generates an overwhelming sense of yūgen.

love’s labour

between the notes a single tear

rolls down my cheek

©️sbwright2023

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