STARTING EVERY DAY

Starting every day
here by woodwinds
numbering fauna and birds
as a clarinet sounds in a chorus
of Bach from a cantata
outside the wandering echo
of the sea islets
outside my windowpane
for a tender moment
to look upward,
the restless stars
are gone
like secret loves
in the height of time
as a wilderness of verse
cannot bury you
in the sound proof studio
when riffs enlighten
as shadows of a black swan
glides near by rocks
by the shore's crest
and open raised music
from a starred calendar
of words, choirs, angels
into holiness on an altar
dazzles the spirit in us
as sonorous cello and solo
between earth and days
calls up the third heaven
into a dawn of a poet's praise.