Mozart

There’s always a smile in his voice

even in the dark of evening contemplation
he finds the sun’s warmth lingering

always there’s that playful chuckle
a reminder of
--------flowers in May
--------leaves rustling in the wind
--------songbirds in flight
--------Summer in Italy
--------God’s love
and you bask in the curve of the smile

Setback

it started so well
pink blossoms blooming daily
many now wilted

Brahms

he burrows deep into you with his grave eyes

a professor of life
making connections between

movement and stillness
the we and the I
love and longing
truth and lies
mortality and faith
hope and reality

leaving questions unanswered
thoughts unfinished

and you embody his gaze
surrendering to his art

Lent II

woke up today to grey rain
wet seeping into all synapses
creeping cat-like into thoughts
creating puddles of cold distance

rain turns to heavy snow
descending like nuclear fallout
after the bomb
waves of cold sadness invade

one of forty days
of imprisonment
before
release

Debussy

he doesn’t look at you

just stares into distance
fingering his coffee
and muses about

the beauty of mist in the streets
or the shape of clouds against pale blue
or the way sun reflects off hair
-----------of pretty girl across street

and you are entranced by the soft intensity of his voice
not wanting to interrupt lest you ruin the
-----------magical mood
he has created with sighs so soft and subtle

and nothing looks the same afterwards

Night Musings

black dark all around
turn on light to navigate
no switch inside head

Bach

he walks with you

a steady brisk pace as you struggle to keep up
so much going on
his conversation full of admiration for the order of things
each blade of grass and each insect playing a purpose
---------------in the grand scheme of things
even though we as humans upset the balance
his heart tries to work in lockstep with the
harmony of the universe as your heart fills
with the exultation of keeping track
---------------in his tracks of joyful complexity