burke: SOLO #

no/yes
I write today a solo
after reading poems
of music about music

left hand/right hand
some refer the sound
to architecture

some the notes
as cold as glass
a child's hand

creates
in no tradition
freely as

a roofless imagination
a zen pianist plays
ruined pianos

letting all the weathers in
good news/bad news
letting the music out

to the laws of chance
gravitational waves
whispering a capella


- Andrew Burke