Love is what makes music take nature’s shape.
Heart singing through the warbler’s throat,
Storm clouds curling, calm ripples ‘round a boat,
Music is water, its shape as love dictates.
Water’s wisdom: its own level it seeks,
Heart must sing in flood or drought:
Love’s warm embrace it cannot doubt,
Heart singing through the warbler’s throat.
Music takes us beyond what our arms can reach,
Is it the star’s touch or the breathless kiss?
Or that old warmth in gelid nights we miss?
Music is water, its shape as love dictates:
Love is what makes music take nature’s shape.
