Accompaniment, Handel on an Autumn Evening
Tell me the trees don't move
with Water Music long after
the strains are silent,
that they repeat only wind
and a science of movement
as winged forms carry daylight
into leaf shadows, and from somewhere
a staccato grammar of night birds
connects to us like the speech
of cousins we know about
but haven't seen.
Do you think this scarlet sunset -
vivid across a manna of motion
and sound - marks only
the requisite elements?
Devotions aired under tabernacle sky
hallow with music the works of many.
