B's 9th

Music…

fills the ear,

saturating the brain,

overflowing and

dripping down

into the heart.

I don’t listen

just to listen,

for the listening

moves my heart so

I am drenched in

tears that fill the

tears torn by the joy,

the pity, the pain,

the horror, the anger,

the fear, the bliss

of a solitary note

melding into a word

into a sentence into

a story that

tears my heart and

drains my eyes,

and only angels can

console the sense-filled

paroxysm.

Yet do joyful,

salted streams run

my cheeks in a

final orgasm of

pleasure and pain.

Spent with tears and laughter

I fly confident midst

the golden spires

of The City

to rest and dream.

I cannot listen

just to listen…

so…

I don’t.

agd