Love Song

How shall I hold my soul that it may not

be touching yours? How shall I lift it then

above you to where other things are waiting?

Ah, gladly would I hide it with some forgotten thing

in darkness in some remote and silent spot

where it will not vibrate

when your depths are vibrating.

You and me all that touches us though

brings us together like the players' bow

who out of two strings draws one voice

Across what instrument have we been spanned?

And what violinist holds us in his hand?

Oh sweetest song.