-the instruments-

now there’s birdsong and piano playing.

the early morning sparrow has found a natural hole
formed in the bark of the great sugar maple
just outside the window, street-side behind my working space,

and she's woven her nest of twigs and brush in there.

the sparrow is diligent in attending to
relentlessly pleading nestlings, and

there’s Debussy’s "12 Etudes", rarer than sparrows

shimmering the atmosphere of the interior.

now come the sounds of nestlings
pleading for a taste of the succulent earthworm;

of Claude Debussy's "Etudes", released from under

Mitsuko Uchida's fingertips and me, in attendance

during a light, cooling rain in the midst of yet another

miraculous moment in time.

 Swansea / late April