Ian Syder - Keys

An obscure percussion beats an atonalistic tune
Bass conjoins with tenor in variations of la lune
A high C pitches itself against a low range baritone
The liberty cochophony unlocks a G sharp hushed
Silence broken, almost instantly, as if played too rushed
Sweet, yet unmelodious; familiarity crushed

What seemed first recognisable, though somewhat untoward
As yet to reach its finale; as yet to find concord

Melodious though hideous; spontaneously crushed
Ordered silence: unheard adagio very much unrushed
A coda informs the theme. Breath abated, yet not hushed
The unidentified notes that ring tenor-baritone
Tears apart; then gives way to the melody of la lune
And nothing changes the generality of that tune

Ian Syder

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