WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:02.910 align:middle line:90% 00:00:02.910 --> 00:00:05.850 align:middle line:84% She is humming in the other room. 00:00:05.850 --> 00:00:08.430 align:middle line:90% 00:00:08.430 --> 00:00:14.340 align:middle line:84% Leaves are falling in one window of the room in which I 00:00:14.340 --> 00:00:21.990 align:middle line:84% sit, listening to her, with the door closed. 00:00:21.990 --> 00:00:27.840 align:middle line:84% Her voice comes to me from another part of the house. 00:00:27.840 --> 00:00:34.290 align:middle line:84% And with it comes the image of her face, the way I've seen it 00:00:34.290 --> 00:00:39.630 align:middle line:84% so often throughout our years together, 00:00:39.630 --> 00:00:47.940 align:middle line:84% that look of absence from the melody her body bears forth, 00:00:47.940 --> 00:00:53.250 align:middle line:84% yet present and alert to whatever she's at the time 00:00:53.250 --> 00:01:00.510 align:middle line:84% inclined to, her neck bent toward the task or the thing 00:01:00.510 --> 00:01:08.760 align:middle line:84% her hands are disposed to, possessed of, all of her given, 00:01:08.760 --> 00:01:12.930 align:middle line:84% all of her giving, all of her receiving 00:01:12.930 --> 00:01:19.070 align:middle line:84% the shape, the weight, the texture and grade, 00:01:19.070 --> 00:01:27.380 align:middle line:84% of that momentary particular and instant of her passing day. 00:01:27.380 --> 00:01:32.240 align:middle line:84% Or almost all of her, since part of her 00:01:32.240 --> 00:01:41.040 align:middle line:84% goes on humming, over and over, that one slow phrase of a song 00:01:41.040 --> 00:01:44.180 align:middle line:90% I can't now place. 00:01:44.180 --> 00:01:48.980 align:middle line:84% Humming, in a different part of our house, 00:01:48.980 --> 00:01:52.640 align:middle line:84% while in the window before me, leaves 00:01:52.640 --> 00:01:59.190 align:middle line:84% are falling from out of a gone part of our year. 00:01:59.190 --> 00:02:06.290 align:middle line:84% She's humming a wordless phrase, the song missing, her voice 00:02:06.290 --> 00:02:12.680 align:middle line:84% bearing aloft a familiar bridge, broken off 00:02:12.680 --> 00:02:21.800 align:middle line:84% from the before and the after, a fragment I know, scrap of music 00:02:21.800 --> 00:02:27.320 align:middle line:84% arriving from some unfound room inside her, 00:02:27.320 --> 00:02:31.490 align:middle line:90% where the song, entire, sings. 00:02:31.490 --> 00:02:39.980 align:middle line:84% The song replete, melody, harmony, rhythm, and words, 00:02:39.980 --> 00:02:45.860 align:middle line:84% is singing even as the dead I still love 00:02:45.860 --> 00:02:50.150 align:middle line:84% have gone ahead, as promised, to make 00:02:50.150 --> 00:02:54.530 align:middle line:90% the unknown nearly habitable. 00:02:54.530 --> 00:03:02.090 align:middle line:84% Even while they, as remembered, are left behind in a past 00:03:02.090 --> 00:03:05.050 align:middle line:90% I can't find anywhere. 00:03:05.050 --> 00:03:06.000 align:middle line:90%