crept up, unsuspecting fledgling of a thought
could it be that everything already exists?
meticulously crafted melodies
borrowing intervals and deceptive cadences
see, because brahms already came up with that one.
let’s take all we want, every note and rest
feast on the reinvention of rhythms
gorge ourselves on measures played backwards
and maybe we’ll find the truth
the truth? all we can do is borrow and steal.