It enriched the ode with radiant imagery,
with its kind of ease, tease and symmetry.
He read a memorable verse, and it was so vivid
that he could see the object: spherical and solid.
The poetess’s sensory diction danced, stirred his mind
and heart to seam and sing with its enchanting sound.
The bard’s pen built a bond, a beauty that rose into daylight
of bliss based on senses of touch, taste, sound, smell and sight.
He found himself gravitating to the tune of the rare instrument,
dazzled, stringing it like a guitar, savoring its aroma and nourishment.
