Baroque Spring

"Baroque Spring" Viewed externally I am the Winter House Internally I am too too much I am eternal Baroque Spring He watches his mirror twin and assigns fatal love to the mind swing pushing away feelings logic surely is the burning answer to bury the madness of all things where the heart has no contemporary measure of the value in the metronome ticking annoying small time of things he picks up the pen and begins his sharp sword of recompense her heart is strawberry jam on toast delicious machinations confectionary dreams she lights fireplaces for him running through empty halls labyrinthine and music she brings in fresh strings red that lead the way to the core of all misplaced misspent homeless corridors of hard times and lost things violins the chords for undoing in the cool evasiveness of the forgotten hymn he finds himself humming he sings of all things romantico he becomes harp strings for her plucking of all things fantastical fantasy he dreams his dreams in his Winter house hidden she resides inside him Baroque Spring Romanticism he wins minuets in poetry and some small wit in the cold house of him still exists the Heart sits hearing her music logic dissolves becoming hide and seek compound duple rhythm canarie frog legs beat he brings her through the Winter mirrors pas de bourrée the dancing lines of beauty strange words exchanging closed sentences for love of all things elevating dead dimensions blizzards in the heart turn rose petals falling from angels mouths kisses from heaven above passionate in the music mind fields felt blindly fast and furious bows burning played come undone curling toes and hearts stradivarius Winter disappears on the mind swing he holds her close they are in tune cooing turtle doves (LadyLabyrinth / 2021) Baroque Music Collection - Vivaldi, Bach, Corelli, Telemann https://youtu.be/ApSoNBu2wt8 Visual/ "Blizzard at Kasteel Zijpendaal | Blowing Snow & Howling Wind Ambience " https://youtu.be/2qlwTTtj-i4 "Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie." "Our hands were firmly cemented With a fast balm, which thence did spring; Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread Our eyes upon one double string; So to'intergraft our hands, as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation." https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44099/the-ecstasy https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50340/to-his-mistress-going-to-bed https://poemanalysis.com/john-donne/the-ecstasy bourrée pas de bourrée https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bourr%C3%A9e canarie https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canary_dance