(for r.a.r.)
O dear giver of bass
strummer of my notes
know ye not how my chords do resonate in your hands?

At your coming
this orchestra begins
Sound loud the cymbal
for I fear not the crash of chaotic cacophony

come now and take pleasure in the comfort of this bosom
into your next symphony she will send you smiling
for hers--
her highs, her lows, her depths, her bounds and even the fruits she bears
--is the majesty of music