To Music

Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:

stillness of pictures. You speech, where speeches

end. You time

vertically poised on the courses of

vanishing hearts.

Feelings for what? O, you transformation

of feelings into...audible landscape!

You stranger: Music. Space that's outgrown us,

heartspace. Innermost us, transcendently

surging away from us

holiest parting,

where what is within surrounds us

as practiced horizon, as other

side of the air,

pure,

gigantic,

no longer lived in.