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Friday, May 23, 2008

As Beauty Travelled...

At the touch of wind, friction of fingers

Vibration of cords, beat of thump

The abstract gathers, flowing, flying

Liquefied into a wetting cascade

Or thinned into a wrapping air

Oh, you are formless, my beauty

You are proof that beauty lies

Within us, in spite of us

Mingling with air, water and soul

An atom clings to another

You advance in loud silence

Note a note dropped..

All around I see

The traverse of beauty

Embracing every being on the way

And when it reaches the tympanum

They call it music, they hear

They only hear. Only here!

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