Everywhere It Matters More Poem by Pierre Rausch

Could not bear this
She hardly knew
They scented each other
While these two people
Don't let go
Had to fly down
An appreciated potential
Now what does that tell
Made no move towards
Oil-colors of green, white and darker shades
It shouldn't happen
Sounding modest and cultivated
Out of grace you shall be rescued
A determined pace
Musicians have given all they had
To stand in line of a cause
Music is not posed in question
It‘s that kind of worked
To play at a wedding
Pianoforte from seeing
Has never gone better
If they had a cellar
Scouting for an installation
And the situation was difficult to handle
That always but always
The clear choice for those
That I haven't got
Run faster, jump and somersault
The nuances of the shade
That maelstrom, that vortex, that eddy,
That burble, that pother, that fuzz,
That turbulence, that vertebra, that swivel