voila

by tremens


Music
knows everything
and oozes life without word.
Distilled thought,
poem-free.
A slate that runs forever
and cannot be held.
A god without form –
a god that prays
and is permitted
to come to inhabit men –
a man without his head.

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Music is the most Dionysian of the arts, since it appeals directly to man’s instinctive, chaotic emotions and not to his reasoning mind.