Crescendo

three poems

CRESCENDO

I lie here , thinking thoughts throughout the year ,

then-all-of-a-sudden from somewhere I hear :

music ; music , is what I fear .

Drums : Voices ; Trumpets , Trombones . No :

Then hearing , some sorrowful sad tone ,

as-if-some-one-here-was in some deep deep moan :

not here ; not here , for I'm alone .

Drums : Voices ; Trumpets , Trombones . No : No ;

There I went , away alone afar ,

music that strikes I ran from a strong steel bar :

scared stiff , yet it followed my car .

Drums : Voices ; Trumpets , Trombones . No : No; No,

I'm insane , voices , harps , trumpets no end ,

they seem to get in my ears to stay they bend ;

and stay , I've no mind to defend :

Drums, Voices ; Trumpets : Trombones ! No, No ; No: No!