I love the first verse (that word's probably not correct, but oh well) of "Improvisation". It sets the scene so well, with its balance between depth in detail ("Appearing takes an eternity; your footsteps leaden with fear") and lack of it (the first four and succinct lines, like sketching the bare bones of a picture in pencil). I like too the personification of Memory in the second verse, but I got lost after that, and am going to take one bold leap of a guess at what you're depicting: the main character of the piece remembers another time on stage, the bad way in which it ended; at the end of the flashback, the MC knows what must be done, though he comes to the conclusion belatedly; his colleagues are wondering what's taking him so long, et cetera, et cetera.

Then again, I am perhaps being too literal.

"Insomnia" seems almost a misnomer for the second poem, considering the treatment insomnia often receives in literature, the degrees of misery so often associated with it. I didn't expect the reverence the poem pays to night from its title, but it's beautifully done.

I love old English as much as the next person (unless, of course, the next person has been forced to read Chaucer in the original. Without translation. I may then have cause to doubt the extent of that person's love for OE, or whatever era of English Chaucer wrote in, xD). But after the first three stanzas (verses? =P), the sudden "doth" is distracting (though I adore the line, "And yet the sun doth rise..." - there's something so epic and timeless about that line); I found myself looking for further occurrences of that word rather than giving my full attention to the poem. But it's a minor matter.

I like how each poem has its own voice - "Improvisation" has a fire to it that "Insomnia" does not, and "Insomnia" is calm, blissful, and focused where "Improvisation" leaps about in its exploration of the idea. I find your poetry quite complex, in that while the ideas spring out effortlessly, your manner of exploring them - the way you use language - is complicated.

And on a note that sounds completely unrelated but actually is: do you recycle any of your poems? (Have you written any in the past that could be cleaned up and posted?) In other words, I look forward to any more poems you may have.