A Quiet Yellow Prelude


Music extracts a certain flavor
from the lemon:
a quiet yellow prelude that
runs beside candle light,
or down the bookcase—
a revelation
revealing nothing of sources
or sources of sound.
It harmoniously
pontificates the pastoral and
precludes a jumpiness—
a kinetic crushing
of note upon note,
strain upon strain.

snaps rubber-band-like
over the score and
sits down
beating piano chords
to a riff of yellow diatoms.


Published in Spire, Spring 2006


~ by danielwrasmus on April 25, 2010.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: