Scriabin on the banks of the Oka River with Tatiana

Intrada:

Sunset, and the Taunton River is washed in violet.

1.

This morning the Taunton

revealed a greying palette, its natural

weight in heavy elements,

a more accurate account of March.

––Hopscotching the planet, and at rest on the banks of the Oka,
we find Alexander with his love, Tatiana.

2.

I don’t play a musical instrument,

but if I did I’d be a piano player.––

Honky-tonk.–– Well, maybe a smattering

of Scriabin when nobody’s around. 

We'll see.

––Now playing are his piano sonatas in sequence,

recorded by her eminence, Ruth Laredo.

As to the selected reading tonight,
I’ll absorb as much as I can handle of the fierce

American showstopper and poet, Daphne Gottlieb, who,

as I hear her, has the voice of an incorrigible nightingale.

Bedtime.
Let's review:
We have Scriabin, Tatiana, Laredo, and Gottlieb.
We have two rivers, the Taunton and the Oka.
We have the introduction of heavy elements
replaced by the lighter closing atmosphere of violet.
A good grouping for one day's experience.

So, a lot of name-dropping here you might say.
Well, sure. But you know, if it's all true, why the hell not?