chaconne
Ascending
figures meet
descending
harmonies
to make a
melancholy
sort of piece,
the varied
incidents
of human
feeling on
display in
moving and
unchanging
patterns: as
a frost-filled
lake at night
reflects the
uncounted
faces of
the moon, as
a slow dance
teaches one
how to step,
as dawn comes.
The only
modulation
is to brief
unfurling
hopefulness,
and then it
is music
once again.
A player
under spot
light thinking
fast, figures
ascending
in the dark
toward the
exits, and
a murmur
underneath
it all like
a river
coursing in
its banks, a
distant flood