“yet another violin adagio”

Let there be belief; always, yet, one more violin adagio - always,
Is not a new poem a-brewing, an emote, needy for scripture?
Zeniths born unlimited, hundreds of titles awaiting fulfillment?

But what’s wrong with the good ones that yet have  never failed,
Ask me which adagio, the answer constant,
Let the recorded poem show, any point on the arc above
Inscribed on the palms and the tips of these working hands,
Shining zeal and zest, for no forgetting the one that carries me above
Everything, all time: Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings

extra credit reading below!


12/7/17
3:36am
NYC (birthplace of this Adagio, and this hand)