1. The sound of music
Silence.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible
is music.
Aldous Huxley assessed
makes me blessed
and obsessed
And I feel myself drowning
I just heard a sound
it’s the sound of the music
I drift, no more ground
And I’m drifting away
no more night no more day
see me there as a child
and I smiled
And I see
my Italian mother
listening to Italian operas
my sister
falling in love with no other
than Bach
myself
taking the violin
it’s the mood I am in
it’s the music
And I see
myself
sunk in sound
I’m on stage
see me singing on stage
see me dancing on stage
no barrier no more ground
lost in time
lost my age
It’s the sound of the music
I cannot elude
dare to silence each note
I’ll be naked, be nude
2. And I see
myself
floating
I see my closed eyes
in an armchair I’m sunk, heard a sound, made me drunk
all my freedom redeeming
dreaming
and I realize
it’s just now
I just closed my eyes
in an armchair I’m sunk, hear a sound, makes me drunk
all my freedom redeeming
dreaming
It’s the sound of music.