Conductor’s Hands

agosto 25, 2009


Fa, Fa, Mi, Si bemol,

Do, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re,

La, La, La. Enormous roar.

 North, North, Southwest,

South, Northeast, Northwest,

Southeast, west, east. Thunder storm.

 Tic, Toc, Toc, Tic.

The baton always o’clock

leading armies of strings.

 Fingers reaching notes

in the concave ceiling,

that’s suspended by the silence.

 Hands of tyrannical militia

commanding perfection to the ear,

exploited workers

of the aristocracy stained with pearls;

surrendered slaves

of the whimsical score.

(by Alberto Bremermann)