verse no 1 - 2 inspired by the music of schenk and two viola da gambas

…new children loved an old sound…

…and with machine hands made ravines…

…to bring new valleys which speak the old verse…

…to some extent as once they were…

…the dust on duet voices bowed …

…his two old maidens singing…

…to ascend the contrast of due frustrations curse…

…that meticulous devil-contract…

…the thousandth year from whence they were his urgent detail…

…and now to have made some sense of the riddled pauses…

…to conjure dreary silhouettes…

…which these viols in purposeful hesitations bring…

…weaving in and out of missing places…

…at the apex of movement…

…at the distress of hesitant phrases…

…perfectly broken and did intend to miss…

…intertwined these maids have danced…

…upon and through the breaks they made in the walls of metronomic-propriety…

…they the vines that hold to some descriptions mystery…

…who speak in tongues no more functionally abstract…

…than any other theorized linguistic ideal…

…and who take no notice that they have all but vanished from our thoughts…

…continues cry there…

…not to be heard…

…but to cry…

…and face that dead old pattern…

…beneath all the new masks and walls of sound-doctrine…

…which holdfast our attention…

…though they ache with nothing more pure than these two voices singing still…

…despite reluctant or absent shoulder thus…

…with broken hesitations strung…

…the sound of those two bowed voices singing his misfortune…

…his loyal maidens still…