I touch the keys so perfectly aligned

And O like water danced upon by light

Or starry patterns in the ink blue night

The sound and silence their own measure find.

I listen to a music from a place

So far removed from what my eyes can see

Where there is heard a greater harmony

Than textbooks teach or written scores can trace,

A counterpoint far lovlier than Bach's

-If such a thing were possible at all-

In which the birds of heaven rise and fall

As water chases water over rocks.

My nourished heart reluctantly returns

To write the music which such vision earns