Munich Warm Up

In Au, above Gebsattel bridge, there
     are music shops that sell and repair

woodwinds, strings, and brass,
     and you, walking past,

hear orchestra minus symphony:
     the hollow thump of a padded key,

hum and squeak from gut or reed,
     bells being polished, valves machined.

It’s spring. You smile, remove your coat,
     enjoy this prelude without notes,

the sound unclothed, melody unenveloped,
     music naked as the sight that develops

when summer grants a warmer pardon
     downstream in the Englischer Garten.