Is there a bass line more addictive than heroin?
Or a melody that beats all intoxication?
Is there a set of eyes
So lovely, they are food to the wise?
And I, in love, could look at them forever,
And float in ecstasy
Upon their dark and rain pelted river?
There is a melody just like your eyes
Which I heard once under the starry river
Superseding our less distinguished skies.
I heard it once, and it ended my thirst
For melody, which was not the first
Thing I loved, nor the worst.
It was only after you came by
That I knew how beautifully harmony could die,
And dying with it, objects, lights, and hope—
All that once made me stop—
And now breathes quietly in deep depths of the skies that have no sky.
