There are songs
so
sorrowful that tears drip
from
their
sound
casting deep into the watery resonance where spiky things swim.
And then there are songs
so happy and joy filled
that they laugh
in smiling flowers and birdly flights,
the rising of days and starry nights.
Yet, it is in the
quiet
I best hear
the rising and falling of it all.
There is no distinction
because or between.
The symphonic peace is complete.
mj
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