heard an eagle screaming,
but it didn't come down.
it came through these headphones.
symphonic, transient sounds
are never meant to stay.
melodies are meant to jump
between beautiful ears.
strolls through baroque europe,
finds a bit of a spark, and soon:
the straße is strumming with sound.
a suite you'd be happy
to go deaf to.
gone too soon,
but bound to be resurrected –
by some wolfgang born tomorrow.
About the Author
Nicholas Barnes earned a BA in English at Southern Oregon University. He is currently working as an editor in Portland, and enjoys music, museums, movie theaters, and rain. His poems have been accepted by Platform Review, Mortal Mag, and Barzakh, among others.