Today eager hands
received
The tatters of a musician's life,
Dogeared, broken-backed,
Foxed with grief that deepens
The runically encoded beauty.
Rebirth is justice:
The dreamer's part is to hold
Joy in trust until timemoths
Have eaten away all trace of pain,
Leaving fugue, counterpoint,
And a distant oboe,
Whose wistful countenance is veiled
In forgetfulness and lace.