12.31.12                    Adagletto

All night the sound came back to me
Tenuous climation
Racheting rigor
The sublime in a song in the mind

And as I turned and turned once again
The rhythm of notes
Moving together
Caught up with me in dreams

Chords of memory
Refrain of reticence
The backdrag of
Some insistent Swallow
Their repetition clamoring
Their range a swing to my heart

All night the sound came back to me
Until morning, wakening
The light tumbling over the range
Spilling upon the outwaters of this old river
Stansas thick and penetrable
Adagletto, playing by my side