This next Sunday Serenades, February 22nd, we are proud to feature the Verona Quartet! #upcomingshows #plymouthmass #theveronaquartet #sundayserenades #classicaljazz #matinee

THE GREEN THAT NEVER SHOUTED
—kept, not driven

A poem spoken from stillness
From patience, precision, and an inheritance held in restraint
Here, power waits. Memory calibrates time
Care becomes the truest form of motion

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WHAT THE HANDS REFUSE TO RELEASE
—after standing too long with weight

Some weights are visible.
The loneliest ones
teach the body first.

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THE HIDDEN MELODY I INHERITED
—listening past the noise—

Among the chaos lives a hidden melody 🎵
I’ve learned some songs don’t ask to be heard—they ask to be remembered.
I listen for it in pauses, in patience, in the quiet places she still shapes me

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Don't Miss Out on Ball in the House this Sunday as part of our #SundaySerenades Series! #classicaljazz #matinee #fyp #upcomingshows #plymouthmass

CONDUCTION — what lingers after the spark

Like the last Autumn leaf, I cling
to what still hums after loss unplugs itself.
Even grief obeys physics — it never ends, it only changes form.

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THE UNANSWERED HELLO —grief in one call

“Some words never reach their destination, yet we keep speaking them.
Every hello is an act of faith against silence.”

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SOLACE
—where her absence frames my return

"Some homes are not built—
they are remembered in the shoes
left behind" 🖤👠

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THE SHADOW ARCHIVIST
— who rewrites me in hush

some shadows stay back
to rewrite our exhale paths—
when we aren’t looking
they pause where we nearly wept
and mend what time misheard

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INDIGO KNIFE
—where solace conceals its slaughter

grief carved its citadel within me,
and I welcomed #a dagger wrapped in silk
as sovereign —
scented limbs sutured the crypt
I refused to mourn,
each fever a clandestine execution

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