ADMIT IT

Admit it
when you played
the cello in June
a Beethoven sonata
in C major
at the charity gala
your poet mind opened
in its peculiar chemistry
of its own familiar
musical alchemy
then you decided for an encore
to search in my repertoire
for Hindemith's
viola lyrical sonata
then you searched to ask
for the church chorus
to sing a Bach cantata
who conclude with a tune
about a flirt
of Burt Bacharach.