Restrained music
From candle-lit chambers
Resides in withering ladies
Of eighty
Who carry it inside themselves
Carefully,
All measured and timed
Like polonaises and sarabands.
Nymphenburg Palace, Munich
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What about the old lady
With bowed fingers
And white hair
Sitting alone across the aisle
Smiling over to
The music of cello
Harpsicord and flutes?