POEM FOR MORTON FELDMAN.  

(On the occasion of a concert from Wigmore Hall 9/01/21)

 

Somewhere inside the note’s tracery

Against the wood panelling and the red velvet

Indeterminacy hovers above the stage

Plucked strings shivered intimacy

Please don’t mention the cosmos

This music lives in a domestic realm

Apply it to the now of cigarettes and thick framed glasses

A cup of milk the guts of a piano cold Manhattan winds

That grin.