Snowy Concerto for Two Lovers
All Saturday afternoon and well into early evening's evolving,
We delighted in witnessing, listening to,
Spring's soft, slowly descending snowflakes, as they crescendoed,
Then diminuendoed into a gentle coda,
Before inviting us to attend the symphony orchestra's presentation
Of Baroque and classical concertos and a dance suite,
By Bach, Hummel, Vanhal, and Handel —
Protean works of complex, mellifluous flexibility,
Which stirred us to explore the inner worlds of our reverberant souls.
By the time sleep discovered our spent sensuality,
Sent us to the sweet retreats beyond consciousness, past dreaming,
To recover from the depletion of our love's vast energies,
It had identified the blending of our identities —
The harmonically connected music of our contrapuntal heartbeats —
And guaranteed our waiting destinies that we'd arrive safely,
On night's other side (though possibly not until eight, ten, noon),
As the solo performers of our snow-composed Baroque concerto,
Playing in life's most intimate major key: each other.
03/27/11
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