Quartet
Slivers of silver, shards of steel
a primal nature disorientates;
deep sea of sound, scintillas of light
awaken, unsettle, summon the mind.
epitome of sonic craft,
pulsing through Eisenstadt, Bonn, Vienna,
in hands of supremos of the art,
leaving behind minds of less power,
Pizzicato, sul ponticello
add to colours in others' hands,
con sordino or maybe col legno
all paint a soundscape of shifting tones,
searching afar in realms unknown,
exploring there what can be sung
through naked sound of bow on string,
nerves exposed, revealing all.