It was buoyant and hot as I
was driven under – clear fumes
were drifting in front of my thoughts.
I was dwelling on road rage when

there came the bars in Dvorak 9,
between the first timpani and
the oboe’s solo voice and tune,
and I felt quiet in the sun

with the smell of synthetic cars,
and I didn’t let my mind run
hectic over all the aspects
that may have been wrong with that time

(were there any?*) and those bars seemed
then to express exactly that
moment. But later in bed, past
midnight I couldn’t hear it when

I searched many renditions on
youtube for a feeling. Exact
physical opposite to the
nagging Ligeti requiem

which I like in a bright mood but
now seems to sharpen headache. Tea
has replaced my bloodstream. I take
paracetamol to keep on

*yes