@mahgister, here is a poem I wrote many years ago about Stravinsky's Rite of Spring:
Stravinsky
Such a leap
from an oompah
band to the dark primordial
marshland sprawling
beyond sight or imagination
in an absolutely secret
expanse finally brought
to light. He grabs it
by the neck, that
captured goblin, &
will not yield
to its wailing &
incessant
rhythmic kicking, until
it quiets & whispers
ageless secrets in
his ear / about fear
& sensuality
long forgotten.