you are the ground on which any music of mine stands:
without you there can be no music.
this is a relationship I cannot 'understand'
but nor do I need to.
2] I mustn't be afraid when the psalms disintegrate before my eyes.
it's only old perceptions that shatter. . . . .
always, always I cling to what seems true
taking refuge in yesterday
yesterday's comprehension does not do for today.
understanding is not a collectible.
3] this thing about language:
I have to let it go because, intellectually,
it will remain forever beyond my grasp.
it remains a problem but not one that I can solve by staring at it.
and this is so with the music also.
the music is not about the music.
the music is about you.
it seems essential that I understand that
somewhere deeper than I can presently reach.
I suppose its the essential secret ingredient
without which all music turns into noise.
sometimes I 'have' it.
oftentimes I do not.
'let him who has ears to hear
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