PreludeLet's make work of beginnings.
Think prelude, how the masters
leave little worlds on their own
till one is found by accident
or plan by one willing Don or Donna.What makes a prelude?
Length? 'Cause I hear of long and short,
a featherlight motif and rainclouds reprised.
Is it the promise that after this the music will roll
to no endWhat do I make of this Opus?
A collection of beginnings, each complete
on its own, should stand together. My memories,
each like a book that in a shelf cannot stand by itself,
call for a master arrangement.—Razel Estrella