To experience the real poetry of this moment, read Max Paradiso’s article in the New York Times. There is a race to record the sounds of Stradivari stringed instruments–every note possible–because the instruments are beginning to decay. Something about a whole town–a mayor, the police, and the citizens–collectively maintaining silence to record the purest sounds evokes both sorrow, solemnity, and beauty. https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/17/arts/music/stradivarius-sound-bank-recording-cremona.html?smprod=nytcore-ipad&smid=nytcore-ipad-share

In the last line of the poem, “begins” should be “began.”