Jan 2021
Into endless beauty I will die
music to the end does keep me
to a happier realm I will fly
what there is, is mystery upon mystery
beyond the feel, the touch and sigh
there's no throe at all of known misery
I will dwell among the stars in the sky
amidst the flowers and the silent wavelets of the sea
music to the end does keep me
to a happier realm I will fly
what there is, is mystery upon mystery
beyond the feel, the touch and sigh
there's no throe at all of known misery
I will dwell among the stars in the sky
amidst the flowers and the silent wavelets of the sea
* a world-famous cellist dedicated a piece of Schubert's to me which inspires this poem. It's called HEILIG (HOLY in German) a divine and hymnal piece.
It speaks of beauty in time and also life's sweet melancholy. To me the message is this---beauty conquers all and it never perishes as Keats had written.
It speaks of beauty in time and also life's sweet melancholy. To me the message is this---beauty conquers all and it never perishes as Keats had written.
