To Music

Music: Breathing of statues.
Perhaps: Stillness of pictures.
You speech, where speeches end.
You time,
Vertically poised on the courses of vanishing hearts.

Feelings for what? Oh, you transformation
Of feelings into . . . audible landscape!
You stranger: Music. Space that's outgrown us,
Heart-space. Innermost ours, that passing our limits
Outsurges
As practised horizon, as other
Side of air,
Pure,
Gigantic,
No longer lived in.