Impromptu
wrestling with
myself since i
need to stop
writing
this is
my nineth
symphony deaf
Beethoven conducting
but i love
Berlioz if those
who know added an
extra movement to his loved
work it's not
nor is there profit
just the promise of a kind word
but back
to my symphony
musical poetry being sylabacally
with
or without
the beat doesn't
matter as
long as i keep
time with the deaf
conductor
my eyes on his
eyes but his ears are far from here
in his
head but i'm
in my head so instead
i only
take cadance
and escape from his
baton telling
me now is the time
but i'm timpani part melody
i can
play notes
as written as wrote
don't
bore us
with the choir
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