Moon And Music A Letter To Fabrizio

I Last night, a mild evening in early October, while listening to Shostakovich's second Cello Concerto, I became very slowly aware of two moons. One was the familiar Moon which looms or dangles or floats in solitary splendor over my Twin Cities, and splashes a white carpet across the lawn beneath my balcony. This must surely be the Moon of My Inspiration because month after month it presides over my creation of poems. Let me pause, as my heart stretches forth in gratitude for that inspiration... The other Moon rose invisibly casting its transparent light over the Russian's music, with its alternating eloquence and sarcasm.The music cast its spell over Moon and me, and in our characteristic ways, we were shining in the sheer joy of our lives under the sway of two kinds of moonlight. My soul, ever in readiness for such a summons, joined Music and Moonlight, all three blended into one being, completely enclosed in the perfection of the moment, as if time had harmonized its components into a single frame. Let me pause again, as my mind stretches forth in gratitude for this truth... II In the early morning light, I gaze over the leaf-strewn lawn that was shrouded in moon-white just four hours ago. I see a skeleton of branches in the tree to my left, having already lost half of its leaves. But to my right another tree still retains its leaves in their green glory. A carillon of bird songs dispels the silence of night, and I breathe inside the health of both autumn air and autumn music. This is the Over-Much of beauty that is mine to give. Take your fill of it, Fabrizio, and let its mellow harmony seep into your reveries.