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Composition 365
All that is needed is to inscribe
the key, motto, call it a theme,
look up, behold a map of suns, constellations
or downwards, watch armies of ants
march routes, carry endless shreds of
leaves and twigs to concert halls
with lattice work of painted ceilings
audience settling into velvet rows
men expectant, women eyeing each other’s
gowns and jewelry, orchestra filing in.
Look down again, your score alive
stars, ants, perfume, polished shoes
quill dancing itself across the ballroom
of your stave, motto replicating,
dividing, rejoicing in infinite variations
of sound, texture, labyrinth, your nib
a sorcerer’s apprentice, sweeping
arpeggios of tadpoles in glee.
All you needed was to inscribe
a key, a motto, look up, look down
behold, a symphony, a fugue
Night on a bare mountain, Swan lake
Brandenburg concerto.
© Johnmichael Simon
2011
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