The Silent Love Song of Marina Abramovic

I Walked An Hundred, Hundred-Thousand Steps, To give you the good-bye I could not speak. Atop the Great Wall, you and I, Opposites, Ascending and Descending, For six-thousand-five-hundred-and-eighty-five miles (and a half)… Have met To say Good-Bye, But I could not speak it, And all My arms, my lips, my body Could say to you, was: 'Please, don't go! Don't go! It isn't time to say Good-Bye!' And then, today, I sit, and offer Sixty seconds of sweet silence, For every one of a soft procession of faces... Only my breath, my breath and my softness (Beneath the stone) An almost smile for this one, And an almost penetrating look for that… That one, I could almost read… And then, my breath is gone! YOU! And Have You come from worlds away, to taunt me, like an errant ghost? Or to tell me …something? I would shake! (If I was a woman who shook) but instead, I spread the broad red of my dress, about to sit down… …Oh… how ODD… I AM sitting down… And Hope, or Sorrow, or Loss, Brims, And I cannot hold back the crystalline drops That will only shatter Against the hard red of my dress – is it blood? Or is it Roses? And… Against my will, I stretch to you my hands, And… The curve in my back is still supple, And… I take your Old hands, grown old, and known of old. How to embrace across a TABLE? I cry out to myself, And so, I do not. But every vibrating atom of me yearns for you! I would shake! (If I could) You see, I was not the One Who Wanted To Say Good-Bye! And now you’re here! And… It’s Good-Bye, again, isn’t it? And now, I will shake! (I am not a woman who shakes) And… Weep! O! Hands! Receive! These tender jewels ere they reach The welcoming red, the hard red, the shattering-my-dreams-again-today red, And I must return to the soft procession of faces, Who now know everything… Just... Everything… but… WHY?