From the pupil of the sun
Beethoven
plucked a granule.
He seized a planet from a universe
burning and yearning with the pangs of release.
He partook of an ember basking in the forge
and he flattened it with the shattering of jackhammers.
With his eagerness
he milked it of its form and he parched it
to liberate its quintessence,
to yield its energy from its core…
to sprinkle a shower of brilliance..
to flail
a wastage of comets
from nothingness to nothingness.