unnamed     by william benjamin brewer      


I did not recognize the piece,

But let it play on anyway,

So good it was to hear a chord,

To hear again a melody.

       No Ninth it was, no symphony,

But still....

I pictured in my mind the man

Who sat before the possibility

Within these eighty-eight potentiabilities

And sought their hidden mysteries.

         For this it was

I let the composition play:

This man unnamed

Has my admiration then,

If not so much for what he's wrought,

For what he dared essay.

I typed this from Ben's book of poems written in pen and ink, on May 27, 2015
I just love it....annie