Pythagoras' harp
now lies mute
on its

side,

covered with the wood
of a black forest.

Three teutonic legs stand firmly.
What a difference! This step by
step movement from soft
to loud and
back a-
gain,
abrupt shifts now accompanied
by the subtle fruits

of mechanical
invention.

Recalcitrant leaps of five scaled
down by
the overwhelming
power of ten, hands walking the
threads of an ancient
loom strung tightly with the rough cords
of a black and white
weave. Whether strings or

snares, an astounding
tool, pure space!
For time sits lightly on a four-
legged stool
of inter-

national design.