Monday, November 21, 2016

On Listening to Double Bass Music

As the dark velvet falls (my love, my love):
These rippling notes, half-wistful in desire,
Turned towards rest (as lonely mortals can),
Knowing such peace can never be entire.

And yet we sleep, for flesh must find surcease.
All things are partial till the Kingdom come,
And beauty is a promise that will hold
Though hearts grow weary, and our souls grow numb.

What sweet musicians dreamt and poets seek
Through melody and harmony and song
Enfolds us for a moment and is gone;
And yet a moment can be very strong.

Pity me not to float upon these waves
Who know not to what landfall they may bear;
For I would sing although I have no words,
And you and I have our rest everywhere.

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