Schubert and a String Quartet

Todd Wooten

Oct 28, 20231 min read

How did we all arrive here?

This audience? This theatre?

These four musicians

walking onto the stage?

Accompanied by violins,

a viola, a cello.

A chord to harmonize

sounds a tingling foretaste.

I climb dizzy.

Along the scales.

Pulse quickening

with the cadence.

Wooden voices

read a poem

without speaking words.

'Death and the Maiden'

The quartet announces

the theory of everything.

Found in the vibrations

housed within the strings.

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