WHEN YOUR QUIET MUSIC

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When your quiet music fell upon the world

The warmth of the stars added to their light

A new and remarkable night,

A universe of hearts who burned mysteriously like stars.

Each male heart was warm, holding in the curled right hand the curled hand of a girl

And each girl’s heart could have been like a cloud that envelopes the sun

When sunset makes violet and golden bars.

Of all those girls and boys, you and I were one.

If there is a twinkling music, here it was,

Nimbler than I ever remember music being,

Yet with sweet understanding—as when smiling faces reflected are the faces seeing.

There is always a substance missing when delicate delights are contemplated;

So it is with music, and all refinements attempted;

The sorrow of the parts are real, for they are not the sun.

They are the impulses and clouds which undulate and run.

It is the beauty that is fading; the loveliness, itself, the death

That makes us slow down our breathing and love each next to last breath,

As we listen to the composer’s particulars glisten

In the slow overriding sound,

Like a planet coming near and slowly touching another planet’s ground.

Music cannot replace love.

Our composer’s revery has let fall what had delighted us in the fast-breathing regions above.

Love has returned to me all the remarkable love it found.

I drink the notes but now gaze at you from afar,

A warm planet now a cold star.

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