I had only my ear to guide me

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I had only my ear to guide me,

Your voice fingerprints in the air,

I remember the evening I heard it

In the emptiness of a museum.

Your voice as a physical memory,

Rather than a recollection of detail,

The form that comes into being,

The rudiments of a symphony.

There was Mussorgsky, Grieg, Sibelius,

Wolfgang, Ludwig and Igor Fedorovich,

Marvelous

How all melted together

Just in one word – ‘Buonasera’.