Well, frankly, no matter. Better the shining,
Argentine lustre of golden days to best conduct
All that electricity, heating the philosopher’s stone
That attracts all things that tend to perfection.
I’m skipping through—putting the noble alloy back together—
A burning stone, darting across the moonlit water.
From “Transmutation,” Caravaggio’s Dagger
Annotation, borrowed from Max Bruch, Double Concerto for Clarinet and Viola (1911)