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Summer 2007, vol 5 no 2

HAIBUN

THE POWER OF THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT
Susumu Takiguchi

 

Death, which is perhaps the last taboo of humankind, shall probably remain so for a long time to come. While everyday exposure to senseless, undignified and painful deaths occurring daily elsewhere in the world numbs our mind into unfeeling acquiescence, we stubbornly remain in denial about those deaths which are much closer to our heart and refuse to face up to them to be enlightened about this one thing which is the most certain and universal of all things on this planet.

I came to be troubled by this weakness of ours and had started my own solitary campaign for my own sake to take the bull by the horns.

My beloved wife Diana passed away on the night of 11 February 2007. I was at her side, a companion on her journey to death. As we travelled together she knew she was not going alone and I knew I was not going to be left behind. When her death finally arrived, it was an extraordinary experience.

I can only compare it to a religious experience. Everything felt so beautiful and serene. It was as if I was uplifted to a high plateau. Her death was none of the negative things I had dreaded - frightening, ugly, devastating, loathsome, lonely or even sad. To me it transpired to be a pure and supreme form of beauty. I called it THE SUBLIME.

Something was making it happen, which dawned on me. And that something was a piece of music being played on the wireless at the time of Diana's death. It was Mozart's Violin Concerto Adagio in E, K261- music of sublime beauty. Its slow, graceful and fluid tempo, delicate singing and crying phrases and above all unexpected musical progress and variations transport one to the exquisite world of beauty and heavenly bliss. Listening to it Diana conquered death and I conquered the fear of it. She was serenity itself. Her death was beautiful.



early spring night
I adore wife's dying face…
only a violin crying




Diana In Memory of Amy Christine Diana Takiguchi
3 June, 1941-11 February, 2007