This Opera Will Take a Break

This opera will take a break;
Even Mozart's an tenna hesitates.
Not to liken myself-epiphany of music-
Hearts are for harpsichord tuning;
Symphonies are growing in your garden.

I fed an orchestra to this Muse
That vindicated earthy wounds,
For tunes paid me an extra farthing-
A tip for virtuoso carving;
Eardrums rumble with this ruse.

To Allegretto: draw the curtain!
Supple silence is pertaining
To the pretense and the bow string-
The audience must beg my pardon;
When without silence, souls we lose.

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