Music is Not Composed of Ideals
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An aria forever means what you
Will be. A Donizetti sea of notes,
Or Wagner in a score (Luzern-like blue),
A song that Mendelssohn creation floats
Across the universe, these strain to seem
What you are, lovely one, but do not weigh
As anthem-like as you. You are a theme
As long as ageless Händel’s Largo’s sway.
Superior to that Bolero tune
That boringly repeats, repeats, repeats,
You are profoundly new, a changing moon
Unchanging, clear like heaven’s golden streets.
..You are unending now since you have died,
….More strong, a march for an eternal bride.
