Visibly Weeping @ Starbucks

( a Quatern )
 
 
The time he read my “Virtuoso” verse,
A newly published po’em years before.  
That lulled him like a childhood fable curse,
As inspiration swept throughout its score.
 
A fugue that countered Mozart's Requiem,
The time he read my “Virtuoso” verse.
A calm he felt and where it had come from,
Despite a coffee’s strength to then immerse.  
 
As sweetness overcame the bitter thirst,
While basking in “Ave Maria”’s glow.
The time he read my “Virtuoso” verse,
A set-up then a take-down’s ebb and flow
 
His tears’d bring him from the wilderness,
To open a horizon’s universe.
By Schubert’s rearrange of tenderness,  
The time he read my “Virtuoso” verse.