I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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18 November 2013

What Is That Music?

What is that music
leaking over the horizon?
Full of longing, where does it come from?
I want to understand. I want it to stay.

What is that music
murmuring on and on?
How can it be both clear and dim?
What is the message it means to convey?

What is that music?
It is a secret, but one
that others hear too — although for them
it may have something different to say.

What is that music?
What is that half-heard tune
that I can almost catch and hum ...
that makes me want to weep and pray?

What is that music?
Does it waft from the moon?
I know it haunts me for good, not harm.
I know it needs to come out and play.

What is that music?
And where has it gone —
dwindling gently, gradually dumb?
It was here, and now it has vanished away.

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1 comment:

  1. Fantastic! I think it's the combination of structure and inquiry that I love.