In the fifteenth movement of his
Unfinished Fall Prelude and Fugue
In F# major I felt he had flown
Completely out of his tree
I mean the notes had taken over
And were playing him
The instrument of their urgency
Trilling and whistling compulsively
The emergency of his aloneness
The history of some catastrophe
Or maybe I listened all wrong
Taking for madness and loss
What was in fact no Calvary cross
But his most exultant joyful song
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