Stravinsky (The Rites of Spring)

Composed in 1913.

From the corridors of a dream
music rose through trapdoors
a pagan dissonance
something unsettling    unforgiving.

No soft tune   no melody   nothing to tap out
nothing harmonious
instead an instrument stampede
an earthy staccato clamour.

The choreographer roars
calls out numbers deflects the dancers
who  stamp as if their feet were burnt
to the clashing of strings and horns.

Chords rival   instruments crowd in
dancers    circle    divide  as sound swells
every clang erupting in sinuous splendour.