The constellated sounds ran sprinkling on earth's floor As the dark vault above with stars was spangled o'er.

Angels' song, comforting as the comfort of Christ When he spake tenderly to his sorrowful flock.

On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from their caves to life again.

Surely thy body is thy mind, For in thy face is nought to find, Only thy soft unchristened smile, That shadows neither love nor guile.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

The sheer blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath them: the long, perfect l…

'The water in music the oar forsakes.' The air in music the wing forsakes. All things in move in music and write it. The mouse, lizard, and grasshopper sing to…