Elaine glided, sat weightlessly upon the stool as
if it had been an eglantine flower and took
the harpsichord like a mount she governed the
quills so well, knew so much more than even
the traveled old ivory.
watching her over the borders of canvas gripping
colored sticks of chalk could not tell
exactly when the music
1st reached her or when music
1st touched her.
the sums of me and thee
unraveled yet our days
a cherished gift
Expanded world did offer and exchange
spotted leopards and black jaguars in trees,
marvelous gems, strange
physick, and strains
of perilous voice unknowable,
tender, sweet, deadly expanded treasured
world fabled, unmasked
into unfathomable and fascinating
how the sorrow of 1 hour will outbalance
all the rest.
tunes raised hackles, raised humor, raised
hope, dissipated them. Around
chimes of the ormolu clock marked time between
tale and music and space between instrument
and book. There were things it could not measure
turned a page. "Esme(e) strolled regarding
soldiers on furlough, maids, children with kittens and candied plums, flags
and trumpets over the gates."