Rumor has it that Estonian composer Arvo Pärt is an acquired taste, like salmon, Brussels sprouts, and all those other things you steer clear of as a kid. Repetition. Tintinnabulation. Waves of mesmerizing music (much of it religious in nature) washing over you. I love writing poetry to classical music, but none more than Pärt's. … Continue reading If Music Be the Food of Poetry, Play On!