Raeshylle,

I think nas has made some good comments; his move to trim the fat is the essential benefit of his thoughts, and I agree; this needs a lot of tightening. 

In short, use only the words that you need, and need every word that you use. Play with alternate phrasings to get the best combination of image, emotion, and flow.

I think the section dealing with Beethoven's drinking from lead cups is an off road excersion to be traveled at another time. 

By the way: when coffee was poured into your cupped hands, did you get burnt? 

Doug

I awoke one morning, early
sipping warm coffee cupped in my hands,
I crossed my legs and sat in the middle
of symmetry before a window.

Outside, a spot-winged starling 
huddled against the cold finger of December.
It looked unkempt through the
window, the warm-blooded fledgling
suffering like a cold-blooded
man in shabby, drenched clothing 
shivering in the cold.

I turned on the radio,
Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 in D minor
fluttered in the air.

The great Viennese classic
filled the room with melody and emotion.
A rhythmical drama. 

Poor Beethoven. 

Whoever thought indulgence 
in wine from lead cups 
was a taste of death? 

I watched the passerine
perched on the thin metal wire, swing
to balance...

I stifled a laugh and
turned down Ludwig's symphony.

but as soon as I lowered the music,
   the mynah bird flew away.
            
Had he been listening to Beethoven?