the legend of ashitaka

this music isn't to be danced to, either
but still, you do
still, everyone does,
this slow melody, remorseful and sad

letting those flats take you,
the pretty chords
interludes from the brass
and shimmery notes from the harp

it's no love song
no, it's of adventure and
unlikely friendship
and heroism and, maybe, losing

it's melancholy. but somehow
there's something keeping you there
writhing with every pizzicato
and solo.

it's memories locked in, the sleeves
of your dress soft echoes of a happier time.
there's no fear in the white puffs,
no tears soaking in.

it's done.
but you aren't.