To a Young Musician
Dear Student,
I sit in the next room during your lesson
trying to come up with a poem
while you and your teacher distract me
with a flute duet by Kuhlau.
The two disciplines seem to clash -
your weaving arpeggios slide up against
my thumping iambics, till finally I give up
and let the music seduce me. I sink into
the couch's soft cushions, my notebook
lies open on my lap, my hand
relaxes and drops my pen to the floor.
There will be no poem this evening,
but I am still nourished, not from
the satisfaction of cobbling words together,
but from notes already composed,
perfectly read, and swirling in from the study
on a spring breeze. Thank you for the respite.
Thank you for your exquisite art.
Yours,
An Admirer
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