For Glenn Gould

Your touch builds, sound by sound, delicate
pebbles that build something unmovable.

I listen to an Aria,
it is first loss and healing water,
it runs strong through
the bones of me,
I am naked by its presence,

You sing lightly beneath the
motion, the expanse of sound, that
like snow, or the weight
of light, descends upon me,

Everything I know is in your voice.