Orchestra

In the (fi)re
of si-
lence
i am copper-the brass
that boils
i brew

sfumato

i open
the window i
am a
wind instrument
that whistles the language
of birds

my soul is

1)the rain toccata
on roofs zinc , asphalt & pavement
which has just let the clouds
bursting out vapours

&)violins on meadow
blades of grass are
my bows-stringed!

>)dodecaphonic endless symphony
fasol Mian(d)!

Jean-Philippe Guéant

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