Frederick Kesner - Symphonatas

I am never without Ludwig
that mess of tangled hair
accompanying me with his
fifth, ninth, and moonlight
o but he moves me still
stereo muted, no longer
blaring at my need to hear
thousands of times before
now lilts indelibly sealed
in my unplugged ears

Frederick Kesner

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