126 You don't forget to listen to your inner music -- To strain your strings of lips, to tune your keys of eyes, To temper your precise, but not restraining movements, To weave your melody from my disrupted sounds -- Your vulnerable flute, your brass of resolution, Your lingering intention of the violin, Your drums of rush, your sudden trumpets of intrusion, Your tender harp, your piano drunk with swaying rhythm. You don't forget. You listen, how between the motives, The plea of consonants, the vowels of discord -- Within your sweeping wind, the middle of your vortex -- I'm pleading faith to you, repeating my accord.


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