Maria Grist's . . .
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directions in music

 

Some music is expansive as the sea,
and stretches miles towards infinity.



Some music is astringent, bitter-sweet;
it wrings you out, it leaves you incomplete;



and some pours out in streams, which gleam, and twist,
and spin a maze in strands of rainbow-mist.



But sometimes heaven sings its truest note
from deep inside a human heart and throat.
An angel's wing is beating from afar -
and you're no longer present where you are.

 

(© 1996-2008 Maria L. Grist)

 


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