(on hearing a concerto by Fasch)
Wobbly-warbly bird sounds sans sense
Play in my ear, flitting off
Momentarily, changing to their own
What a miracle is music!
String sounds in their high reds and brown lows and…
And what is the sense?
The sense is in you.
The sense is momentarily, innerly
The senseless stand and wait
Hearing only senselessness,
And the sensible slip off
Providing escape to silence.
Mayagüez, Puerto Rico, 1980