Brahms' 1st

Deep in the mahogany forest
              the motes    the peat
              the sodden scarves of moss
              the bare thorns of oak
         risen from dense clay
              knifing the wind
                                 a black raven
                                 unblinks, sheds
                                                 knittings of fog.
              And black waves
                                  lap shores of night.


       *                  *                  *

I rode the back of an
   enormous swan. I held a
                    silver torch
                              taller than time

                    I poured a rich basket
                       golden grain
                              across the arms of earth.

   I pulled together
                    milkweed
                    constellations.


       *                  *                  *

It is the time to
             build the blossom fortress.
             To roar the pride.
             To glee!



       *                  *                  *

Unleash your bound
              it's dissolving
              it's resounding
                    the purple throne of
                          pure grace.
                    The fine hymn of
                          stepping free and fine.


A brass. A full rose,
     A chime. A season
                         rich and bright.

Mendelssohn Concerto in E Minor with Johathan Crow of Violin

Sweet stars of blue
           sea songs of     spring
           snapdragon chariots
                                   cresting emerald way,

           a great broad path of
                       crystalline milk
                                   orb of brilliant peace.


Race now, dance, trip, flip,
          slip to cinnamon
          vault the castle of joy!