The invention of music
After the pain
The stretching
Sore willow wood
At strained resin arias
Each violin cried
For a great truth
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The invention of music
After the pain
The stretching
Sore willow wood
At strained resin arias
Each violin cried
For a great truth
Break me gently
Be spilled your light this
song has been the companion
Of my soul for before I was born
Hushing followed like a quiet
A cracking home and the walls
Fall down to you bowed
Sentries silk and armor
Labor
Labor of my soul, lover
Of myself, go gently
Into glory, you spoke
Me into life.
One secret gentle in abundance
Explored me tender ‘til
I find myself a small surrender
A last memory framed
in grass and light where
Walks an angel savior of my silent
Soul, humble and old
Ancient friend, ahead of me
before.
A small crack
Into eternity render me
Oh most love, sweet ripe and life
And the pain of over beauty
And the bigness of heavens
The sounds in this sky and all skies
Jewels in and out of myself
Encrusting the very birth of
Every new possible
Every growth in light
The birth of lights and
Awe in everlasting
Everlasting
Everlasting
Last.
The majesty
Is
Always
Stars.