ALLEGRO

I play Haydn after a black day

and feel a simple warmth in my hands.

The keys are willing. Gentle hammers strike.

The tone is green, lively and calm.

The tone says that freedom exists

and someone isn’t paying the emperor tax.

I shove my hands down into my haydnpockets

and act like someone who looks calmly at the world.

I hoist the haydnflag—it signifies:

“We won’t give in. But want peace.”

The music is a glass house on a slope

where stones are flying, stones are rolling.

And the stones roll straight through

but every pane remains whole.