People who broke through with joy and madness and with
Insurmountable force
In tiny rented rooms I was struck by miracles
And even now after decades of listening I still am able to hear
A new work never heard before that is totally
Bright, a fresh-blazing sun
There are countless sub-stratas of rising surprise from the
Human firmament
Music has an expansive and endless flow of ungodly
Exploration
Writers are confined to the limit of sight and feeling upon the
Page while musicians leap into unrestricted immensity
Right now it's just old Tchaikowsky moaning and groaning his
Way through symphony #5
But it's just as good as when I first heard it
I haven't heard one of my favorites, Eric Coates, for some time
But I know that if I keep drinking the good red and listening
Symphony No. 5  by Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky: 

Me and Faulkner