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.