Bach

I have memories which never pass – your ancient seat,

A love form, keeps me capturing your throne:

Strains of love, from queen mermaids song,

Disembarked on Bach’s old fashioned heart

Notes march as ants, many workers build a throne-

Prelude in C Minor, Bach texts on his piano

Over land and sea flowed into words in me

On my phone, from satellites in space, you came

Across seas, electrified throne, Queen of modern form,

My lips to your hand, beeping, kisses from my poem