Song | To Music |
Artist | Anne Clark |
Album | just after sunset |
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? Oh, you transformation | |
of feelings into . . . audible landscape! | |
You stranger: Music. Space that's outgrown us, | |
heart-space. Innermost ours, that passing our limits | |
outsurges | |
as practised horizon, as other | |
side of air, | |
pure, | |
gigantic, | |
no longer lived in. |