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Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.

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LOST IN MUSIC

every night she liked
to take off her clothes to
Hungarian Rhapsody

she would bathe
every second Sunday
in Mozart's Symphony No.40

curiously she
would fall asleep to
The Flight of the Bumblebee

her every activity
scored to a music
she adored

mute
she let the music
speak for her

happy
trapped inside
her world of music

sometimes I glimpsed her
staring out from behind the bars
of musical notes

Dónall Dempsey

Monday, June 11, 2012

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An old lady I used to look after who went mute after her husband's death and used music to talk for her and to moor the moments in time...nail them down with musical notes. Most of the time she appeared happy when she was LOST IN MUSIC but other times it appeared she suddenly woke up inside her peculiarity and then it was like watching someone born alive in a house on fire.

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