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103.
The speculation of music has
An invisible sound, the ear-mind reading
Without play, the dream of a universal
Language moving like wind in chimes
On a porch at the cottage by the lake
The glaciers left where birds sang and muskrat
Rustled in the rushes before Pythagoras
Made harmony a theory. Love appeals
To the senses, agape its own music
Of the spheres. When I hear you in the kitchen
Singing to yourself, alone with the sun
On the table, or feel children playing
Through the floorboards, I recall how small hands
Can express the sound of the gods in love.