Keeping in time, even when the harmonies are complex and the colors wild
But what happens when the music ends?
I am lost, utterly lost, in the brightness of day
Closing my eyes, I see clouds billowing
They travel in every direction, to the right, to the left, crisscrossing
The wind does not carry the clouds; the clouds carry the wind
The clouds, too, keep in time, but inaudibly
Except when it rains
Snow, too, is music...
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