Is there a soul on earth who has not, in their quietest hours, heard this song*, or something very close to it, somewhere so very deep in their personal depths, and in the soft-held dance of them, and in the gentle tendernesses of the words and of the silences that float before them, and within and all around the history of them, that the memory is present even when, for a little while, the notes themselves have been taken up into their own special-spaces in that same Silence from which they rose, shimmering, to sound?

And will again …

*Spiegel im Spiegel for Cello and Piano – Arvo Pärt

I think I may have
misheard you just now my friend –
did you say ‘I’m bored’?

nose and mouth and cheeks
and chin are masked so we look
to eyes now for smiles

what visions for our
lives might be fulfilled were we
to note them early?

sometimes misty dawn
leads me to deeper knowing –
sustained here by love

here the view says all
that needs to be said to an
awed soul’s height and depth