Adagio for Amanda

I have written a symphony
without artificial additives or preservatives.
'Adagio for Amanda'
will bombard you with the scent of apples,
make you thirst
for a vat of cider.

You will sweat at the sforzando crescendo,
sigh relief at the rallentando.
Presto, Largo, Andante.
When delivered deftly
Adagio for Amanda
leaves no dynamic passage unexplored,
no corner of the manuscript unread.

Amanda, I know you have your own agenda
but force your hands into the soil of my composition,
down to the bare rock.
If you shine the surface with Mr. Sheen
you will reveal
a world of love beneath
and little people moving about
all wearing t-shirts that say
I Love You.

It's four o' clock
roll me over.
Hear the clock miss a beat.
It's nine o' clock.

It's finally time for the first performance, Amanda.
Here at the wine-lake,
on a sugar-mountain
of non-biodegradable materials.

All eyes on the baton.
Listen to what my soul has prepared for you.
Follow me now, into the opening bars.
This is our harmony my love.
We're both beating the same pulse.
We're just the elements,
sounds in series, making a whole.

We're all sugar and wine.
We're all from the soil.