Arnold Schoenberg
of whom you may have heard
One who abandoned tonality
prefrring musicaity mere free
The atonal composer Arnold Schoenberg
as an artist* no one could curb
A portraitist who never was fazed
as into the eyes we gaze
*https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/392587292505603455/
TANKA LOVE MUSIC
how familiar that tune –
the enchanting night
your warm embrace –
now i remember
claire de lune
piano - four hands
fur elise you’ve never heard
such cross-overs
our hands would touch
and we’d laugh
my love with child
not my own
yet some eternal source within
said, “i forgive”
transfigured night *
*Arnold Schoenberg
Dave Austin
These thoughts of mine
sing serenades,
out of key,
and silently.
Sentences into phrases
is what I want.
I want the wanting.
Your phrases are
beautiful
but unorganized.
Do you even realize?
She says you’re too smart
for your own good.
For a week,
I thought you insane.
Debussy drifts down
minor scales
while we sleep.
You talked in your dreams,
in Schoenberg matrices
and chromatic choruses;
I tried to wake you up
to no avail.
You kept me up all
night, actually.
But, in the morning,
I made you breakfast anyway.
I didn’t even ask of the woman’s
name you spoke of.
I cannot curse your
unconscious. Your dreams
are not mine to judge.
Reality has you in my arms,
...or does it?