The radio plays a staggeringly beautiful symphony
from a composer
I’ve never heard before.
It’s not Brahms, who’s traditional slant
shows the bounteous constructs of Baroque.
Nor is it Bach, who also spoke Baroque
with his fingers, organs producing sound
so delicate it could make an atheist (almost)
believe in heaven.
And it isn’t the immortal Romantic Beethoven,
whose songs are appropriate whether
used for a wedding
or a funeral.
It’s an obscure composer, one good enough
his music remains long after death
claimed flesh.
So I bring up a search engine,
type in the name,
a biography (several, in fact) appear.
After reading a few, I forget
the details.
