never have I seen the stars' embroidery
on the other side
of the sky
where it is perhaps knotted and tangled
secured for our delight
God's knots must be firm to withstand
our worst nights, the worst night of the world
and I imagine silvery blue it shines
still through dazed forests beyond Time, the starlight
still less of music do I comprehend
were the ink blots on the scores
mistook for notes
or Beethoven's tears
smudging the manuscripts in after years
so that we play like a music box struck by lightening
what for him regardless of deafness
was not frightening
only more beautiful in the end
with the mistakes left in.
mary angela douglas 11 february 2023
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