Serenade No. 13 for Strings by Mozart

sound and fury

i hear
(an explosion) eight

miles away

in a (pecan) plantation.
i hear it rumble,

hear the strings.
they vibrate

like tornadoes,
breaking

arduous rainstorms (in two)

like bells,
furious

in the sky
with flames...
i

hear the fire,
burning,

for you...

Out Of The Deep, Anthem for 6 Voices by Orlando Gibbons

holga

in search of bokeh,
i squint

my eyes

and bow my head,
opening just

one iris

to look at you.
you

make me sad.

people grow and flowers bend
in bars

like

gardens
down the street (and)
i

close my other eye.
it

still sees you.
so

do i, even through
the

bokeh branches...

Christus Factus Est, Motet by Felice Anerio

capricious

waking up,
birds

weave

nests of allegory
on

top of heads
of

state,
swaying
heroically

back and forth like
little
dr.

seuss trees,
yellow/gold

in fiery green lawns
stretching

out to morning,
wings

up

in the air, frightened,
little

birds

waving
their symbolic little feet
over the edge...

Herzlick Tut Mich Verlangen by Bach

bird

without a sound
destiny

floats, tree to tree,

silent ground
(wild willow ways)
like water

by the boat

with hope (and without wings)
and

so like birds
they

dig

big holes

(and place me in them).

Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven

somber

the last flickering
moments

of a pineapple candle,
all

lit up, little wicks
floating

in a hot pool
of yellow wax,

i blow out

like smoke.
i

throw a tantrum
of
gargantuan proportions,

fighting oxygen

to

breathe

and bleeding light...

Piano Sonata No. 14 by Beethoven

adept

the problem with you
is

you fracture your fingers
on

the piano,
playing

it too hard.
you leave

bruises
on keys,
some black

and some blue,

some others
left untouched.

the problem
with

(you)

is you
keep

trying to stretch
too far.

you

run away
much too quickly,
falling

over backwards
and
banging your

hands

against
the delicate keys...

Fantaisie for Piano & Orchestra, L. 73 by Claude Debussy

yo-yo

overwhelming up
and

down, i move  in dreams
round

in circles
like

the eye of london,
only smaller.

less enthused.

life circles,
sun

and set, spiders
dig their holes

and

i flail  in random cycles,
unbound

by the tradition
of

building

whatever it is
you

flung at me
to

make me stick (here) and
never leave...