Musing

Musing
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I do not know music
as you do,
but can be blanketed
by the beauty of soft notes.
I know that the beauty
of a violin can, without words
bring me to tears.
The frills of baroque
decorate my soul with
a certain joy.


I am not gifted
as you are
in notes, tempo, chords.
I had to learn by
the touch of the sounds
lilting in my silence.
You are music,
sotto voce,
in my night.