A journal of narrative writing.
Beethoven Searches for the Lost Chord
1. 
 
I cut off the legs of a grand piano
so I could feel absolute pitch
across the throat of the floor.
 
2.
 
Blueberries are acoustically perfect to be the sun.
I need a tongue of dew on my fingertips.
This is what music should be.
 
3.
 
In the garden of French Horns
there is insubstantial rain.
 
4.
 
The lower strings
are blue stones in the river of sound.
 
5.
 
Timpani rains into a coda
like a man exhausted after love.

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