A sudden composition

To this unanticipated orchestra
Add a bee’s vibrating G
Violinist invading first chair
Wings blurring like a bow
Tracing one string’s path.
Comes wind to lead these cups
In resonating tap-a-tap in E
Grazing saucers, spilling notes.
Then percussion-mad an engine
Fires its tune ending
And our tree conductor
Leaves in silence.

(February 1, 2015)

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