Erik Satie

I thought Erik Satie deserved a bit of recognition.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7DBoiyBoJ8


Satie slipped into a cerulean blue
and blew soft shards of light
heavy shadows.
He brushed a bell, ringing in quiet knells
of autumn births, new repetitions.
Old beginnings, he cut the sides of a melody circle,
straight through the left out right edge in empty space,
longing for the cool, tender reservation of
cerulean blue.