Two paths cross
Neither in sky nor street
Of frosty sentiment
An erasable event
Two paths cross
Neither in sky nor street
Of frosty sentiment
An erasable event

Classical music
Saved me
No rubric
Only ideas free
Emotion
Goes wild
But no notion
As a child
To train
A soul
Or contain
A goal
Rather
A path
To gather
Truth
And peace
To honor
The space
Lacking horror
There are
Hearing aids
We share
With who saids
Thinking
Needs an inventor
Instructing
An instigator
Is that
A teacher
Oh what
A stretcher
Of lies
And truths
Which he ties
Like mental forsooths
Then grades
Every student
But parades
Only the prudent
So
What you hear
Please know
Is not of fear
For learning
Is ephemeral
A temporal yearning
For the eternal
Hearing is dull
I am a captain
Searching the hull
To contain
All sounds
In my ears
Resounds
But I need
More resolve
I plead
Deafness to dissolve
Hearing aids
Proliferate
Sonicity fades
Silences dictate
Weblike cures
The need to restate
Deafness demures
But a hearing aid
Must with AI
Be made
To hear Creator’s sky
Ralph Vaughan Williams - Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis
Give it 400
Years
And it appears
In the ears of deers
The last
Glaciation
Pushes the past
Into our realization
A future
Ripped large
With no suture
None in charge
But the deer
Continue
Without fear
What’s now new
Did Rock ever state
Commutate
Its noise
To classical poise?
Or did hoity toity
Tonality cloys
Ooze totally
Into noise
In a traffic
Jam
Someone did cram
Noise pre symphonic
Rebop
Did bop
Who
Grew
Don't say hah
He’d know
The diaspora
Bop could grow
He spoke music
Most people
Understand
But never speak
Times
He’d speak
With the stars
Then the kings
The skies
Glow
People think
They know
In his music
Lies two
Distinct dialects
Let us show
People align
With a design
But reality
Hears a key
Sound and light
Rush to
The sky
People know not why
Humans
Are animals
Who kneel
Since they feel
peaking towards
the apps
echoing
perhaps
sealing gaps
where rewards
through traps
lie beckoning
Once a composer from Germany
Was feeling a tad horney
He strove to forget
So he wrote a sextet
Regretting he merely felt harmony