Detail: Dale Chihuly at Phipps Conservatory

After: Three Young Surrealist Women Holding in Their Arms the Skins of an Orchestra. 1936. Salvador Dali.
Music droops to a stop under the barren sky--a startling struggle on this narrow ledge. Oh grief, old glove, I throw you into the garden, escaping now. I place my ears upon this altar of rock. My nakedness thinly covered; head budding petals. These veils of flesh, this hedgerow, this rock cleft speak in aromas sickening and sweet. You lay in places surreal as a fractured bed. A white-noise the static cry; burning loss raises its flaming sun and symphonies pour from lungs.