Adwaita

 

Who touched me? Shapes of music whisper

Of lonely memories which pass

Across the spirit's stillness, murmuring

 "All flesh is grass".

 

Who touched me? Shapes of music answer;

 "A wandering world-lost melody

Passed out into the wild night, saying,

'My soul is free'."

 

Where music spun its strange, fine soul-webs,

Turning each thought to song of dew,

Who touched me in the darkness, saying,

"But who are you?"

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