an atonal cacophony of rhythms and phonemes
resonant as the coda of the last castrato's keen
an old reed organ beyond temperament at the octave
gone dry and cold (a melancholy rector tends the grave)
the avant-garde composer of three tone-poem cycles
who'd rather perform a medley of poppy bagatelles
a staccato spate of half-notes that slow ascends the staff
only to have the tenor falter and the alto crack
the once awesome polyphony of a concert chorale
weakened by a tactless observance of the major scale
a legato encore that drones to speak of the bass clef
as treble penetrates the deep recesses of the deaf
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