For my friend who weeps symphonic
For the beauty that she hears
She will make tea in her best cup &
Chipped saucer then seated upon sofa
will still herself until the first few notes
Run down her windows like rain
Schutz or Mendelssohn trigger deep surges while
A largo from Dvorak opens a sea of supraliminal
Insights. This is a state sought by holy men
Trenchant & lost at the same time
Gripped so you cannot question the why of it but
Where inside & then to whom?
Then to whom do you return
Like a lost note from the New World Orchestra?
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