gem club - animals

this is music that floats in the aether. a lover's finger down the ties of your spine, considerate, deliberate. perhaps it's the otherworldly collaboration of piano & cello, perhaps it's the twining of fragile voices. the union of both these things, describing the exterior of an egg. the egg is shivering & cracking, the new life inside straining to enter the world. this is wistful, this is ruminative. this is the delicate furrow of a brow, the disappointment in your mother's eyes when she catches you at terrible play. this is remembering that first time. this is looking at the last time. this is you, standing amidst the shards of mirror, staring into the empty frame. this is watching her disappear around the corner, hand still poised in the air, waving to someone either in front of her or to you, perpetually behind. this is eternal return, emotions etiolated to sugar glass on the point of breaking. it's so brittle when you hold it in your hands. just like memory. and just like memory, you end up with pieces.