Political Music

Distant piano music, or is it the speech of a banjo unearthed from some attic prison? Wait, do I hear a flügelhorn moaning, or is that a different conversation? Brahms plucks at his peppery beard, glissando and arpeggio flutter into mountains of buttery mutter. We the players and listeners twist our ears into ad hoc rock bands, countering the contradictions through inaudible librettos. Bless you, you fish-faced plods, can't you hear the bubbles in your heads how they practice and refrain - echo-on as your own wagging tone-deaf tongues?