Tribute to Satie
The notes fall like leaves
if leaves were daggers
to pierce a frozen ground.
The notes are monstrous feet
moving automatically one
before the other.
The weary walk is still fevered
but slower now and inexpressibly
heavy with loss of reason
and no result
for any call or effort.
Who will free the tortured Minotaur?
No one, now.
This beast crazed with bestial innocence
and the tragic heart of man.
The notes fall like leaves
if leaves were daggers
to pierce a frozen ground.
The notes are monstrous feet
moving automatically one
before the other.
The weary walk is still fevered
but slower now and inexpressibly
heavy with loss of reason
and no result
for any call or effort.
Who will free the tortured Minotaur?
No one, now.
This beast crazed with bestial innocence
and the tragic heart of man.