A peeled grape
Is the same
No escape
From the game

Bearing skin
Maybe red
Let’s begin
When dead

For somehow
Life extends
To grow
But depends

A white grape
Holds fame
A landscape
Lacking blame

Truth however
Knows rest
Never
Drops the quest

So the grape
Ages just fine
Behind a drape
To become wine

I asked  
Can you 
Do a polka 

She danced 
With many a pole 
My question 

Seemed fabricated
But her reply 
Sewed it all up 

Seam’s what 
I stitch best 
My beautiful bullock 

Why genuflect 
To the digital
Disrespect 
The original

So robotic
To forget
The biotic
Never regret

Lacking chips
Just wagging of
Artificial lips
Digital love

Genes might rot
Or in life be fooled
They never forgot
Love ruled

The catbirds
Are brave
The cats
They stave

The robins
Are worse
Simply with spins
Cats disperse

But ants
By June are slow
Bird rants
Sweep bellow

They feed so well
Even the cat
Can tell 
To leave it at that

A Zuni
Trickster
Dances
On my 
Kitchen 
Table

I’m loony
Hipster
Romances
I cry
Itchen’
Unstable

Some puny
Answer
Prances
I try
Wicken
Fable

John Barleycorn
Joined
The
Kielbasy posse

An investment
Whilst
Invisible
Saved London’s skies

Who knows
How
East joining west
Can agression arrest

A Fiat 
Goes 
Squat
Frozen 
Morn
Brakes
Forlorn


The Sun
Rises
Run
Surprises
Steam
Comprises
Dream

Soon compression
Evaporates
Expression
Invigorates
Calculation
Anticipates
Destination

A tractor
And Ferrari
Share
The same 
Horsepower
One makes
Us cower
The other
Reaps
The bower
Bringing light
Parsing power
Never slight
Miles per hour

Should virtuosity
Share sense with
Chopin
Would they
Disagree

Or reorder
Sound
So
Composer
Programs performer

A dynamic
Where a 
Performer
Might evolve
Composers’ rubric 

Interpretation
In a sea of
Compositional
Dreaming
Pianist’s navigation

Cat discovers
Glass
Invisible borders