In Memory of Palaung - Bruno Panucci

Work in progress for a video installation work

Soundscape for a Possible Existence

Celine.

Soft, Gentle chest quaking quiver
A heart yearns playing strings in 
off key discordant harmony. 

She sings a siren song in tongues
so sweet
and captures in comforts grief
not able to sleep.

Two hands hold beads on lace
against the membrane that separates 
the orchestral pounding in my chest. 

And i yearn for what was - for what still might be.
All there is, or could ever be 
is now.

and for you I let,
and for me
I let you.

Until we wake from this dream, in limbo,
unto the next. 
I hear your drifting symphony.
simple in its complexity.
a lullaby that lulls me by.

building blocks, was it child's play lego -
constructing only to deconstruct,
but to start again?
Not from wanting, but from knowing.
 
To let me. For me.

Thank you.