Gerald Schwartz
Twenty-seven years ago, yesterday,
the 22nd, my mother died, she was
very young. She used to always play
the soundtrack LP to the musical
My Fair Lady. This was the kind
of music my mother liked. She'd hum
"I Could Have Danced All Night"
until I had to take a walk to simply
get away from it. Our tastes in music
were not the same.One day not long
ago the same tune came into my head --
along with it I heard my mother's voice
faintly humming the melody. Yes, yes,
I'm quite sure of this. My mother's
voice remains. The illusion of our lives
after death or the illusion of our deaths
continues after our lives. Say we are
looped -- How can we escape from
this soundtrack. Is it ever the end?
