I
don’t know why Beethoven’s Pathetique pleases me.
Perhaps
I am enthralled with the word, Pathetique.
Could
be the arrangement of notes, the stroke of keys.
Perhaps
the early morning concordance of soul and brain
Comes
into play. Mr. Coffee’s deep throated gurgling,
The
aromatic smell of dark pleasures brewing,
My
life as I have come to know it, who can say?
Chris
Hanch 12-1-16
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