Friday 18 March 2011

I Am in Need of Music...


I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,


A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dreams flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool


Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea.
 
And floats forever in the moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

Drawings - Aurel Schmidt
Words - Elizebeth Bishop