Liner Notes
What impelled the composer to these
harmonies, unless to divest
himself of structure
in the same way the snowflake
at the edge of storm
gives up to become itself:
colorless microscopic crystals
that shred a January dawn
to refracting sun
as a child turns a kaleidoscope
wishing for red-green-blues
that don’t yet exist.
When this pilgrim of the mathematics
of music found Mozart
in Michelangelo, he dissolved
into chords of woven color
and pure light.
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