Rain
raining
rainbow bells up to a trio ensemble.
Couldn’t you hear
a rainbow semiquaver waved at Liszt’ s melancholic soul?
Conducted by Adam Smith’s codes on ‘invisible hand’
When enthusiasts fell into Zion's epic hill;
When sorrow washed off gentle shower,
When Bartók’s harmonic functions agreed with  discrete up and down volatiles uncertainty
draws long run common trends
Haven’t  you seen semiquaver rainbows appear,
at the corner of the window again?