To Music
Martyn Bates, Rainer Maria Rilke
Music: breathing of statues. Perhaps:
Stillness of pictures. You speech, where speeches
End. You time
Vertically poised on the courses of vanishing hearts
Feelings for what? Oh you transformation
Of feelings into... Audible landscape!
You stranger: music. Space that's outgrown us
Heart space. Innermost ours
That, passing our limits, outsurges,-
Holiest parting:
Where what is within surrounds us
As practised horizon, as other
Side of the air
Pure
Gigantic
No longer lived in
