201 - I find it very hard to concentrate

I find it very hard to concentrate
While music plays, but I’m trying to write
This as a mental challenge while the grate
Of solo violin scours clean and white
My thought processes; full retreat, a flight
From inspiration’s height, if ever there.
Now flute and harpsichord with cello quite
Confuse my muse; my mental cupboard’s bare.
And if it’s tricky now, that can’t compare
To composing the four more lines that wait
Once ‘The Art of Fugue’ starts; then my mind might
Become fugitive from sense. That dense fare
Begun now; I fear that it is too late.
I can’t finish this now. Maybe tonight?
Sat 24 Mar 2007