Yesterday I listened to a euphony of violins
that a Greek god danced to,
with a wingless fairy
who let herself go in his hands
in ways I did not know.
You rode on a horse until
the horse died and you grew up;
in between fallen autumn leaves and melting snow
and clarinets that wake you up from sleep.
I lost my eyesight; the fairy fell on the Greek god’s feet
and I kept wondering
about the principle of defying gravity.
The god lost his magic,
and you dreamed of a new horse
that flew you to the fallen fairy
but you told me he was a traitor
cause he brought you back to me.