A sonata written for Contratenor, Cello and Piano (2011)

The Tragedy of Fried Eggs by  Melissa Fan

The tragedy of fried eggs

is not that they are fried

but that they are poetic,

in their resemblance of the sun.

Surely we would cry if someone

forked the sun,

split it into two,

and shoveled one half

after another, into their mouth.

But alas, eggs are eggs

and the sun is the sun.