Sooner or later, vertigo absconds with time,
the fear of falling always underfoot,
the past a step ahead.
It seems romantic, if it isn’t you,
to course desire full circle,
pursue the woman and her Spanish ghost,
descend a whirlpool into ecstasy.
But panic on a spiral staircase
is just the overture. Death is the climax
for Herrmann’s strings. A silence follows.
Mozart cannot break through.
by Robert E. Wood