Original crypto
Currency
Was the fluency 
Of artistic ego

When such
Creator
Cried for
Owing too much

And produced
An eternal gem
All of them
Rejoiced

There was no gold
Merely an artist
None could resist
Always all do hold

European Tai Chi
Gesture like a movie
A classical instructor
Music conductor

Learn the score
But even more
Gesticulate
And appropriate

The direction
And conduction 
Of podium style
While all the while

You are
Reducing so far
Life’s exits
In multiple twists

Awareness
Careless
Of aging
While conducting

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