I am listening to the
Spring Allegro in the quiet
of night alone with silence
outside and a ray of moonlight
peering in the darkened window,
lying with the dull warmth of
a spring day still lingering
like the scent of blooming flowers.

And then I think:
What an ape is this
to stand apart and take me to
a place of feeling stacked with sound?
What an ape is this
to give all this in strings so finely tuned?

But this same ape that created
god and was formed in the
Music of the Spheres
now comes to Winter:
starker, impending,
on an edge that brings this
Concerto and the Quattro to an end.

3/10/2023