Anne Clark To Music song lyrics

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

as practised horizon, as other

side of air,

pure,

gigantic,

no longer lived in.