Early Morning Poem (For Arn)
What would I hear you play
if we got up early because we
had something to do, or, we
just couldn't sleep…..or, we
had been up all night, and this
was just a petite denouement
before we got some rest before
we continued?
What raga was that on the
guitar the last night?
It was the mirror of that morning.
When you said: "Tisch, don't go…"
I really didn't want to.
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