Beethoven-Haus
we drove late afternoon
over the dark Rhein,
the sky fake with orange,
to Bonn : to a house with cool, emplty rooms,
white with words, dark with chords,
to an elegant Hammerflügel ;
for my father the end of a journey,
but the start of the sublime
( for A.F. Philibert)
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2017
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