Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Hidden Music: March 1, 2016

For I hear music, they were saying.  Music wakes us.  Music makes us see the hidden, join the broken.  Look and listen.  See the flowers, how they ray their redness, whiteness, silverness and blue.  And the trees with their many-tongued much syllabling, their green and yellow leaves hustle us and shuffle us, and bid us, like the starlings, and the rooks, come together, crowd together, to chatter and make merry while the red cow moves forward and the black cow stands still.
Between the Acts (83)

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