The Paucity of Words
---- Big Frank Dickinson
If you can't say it; you don't know it
Is something that I used to believe
Because I could say it; but now I can't.
There is a kind of music that arises
Within that is as incapable of being
Translated into words as a Mozart sonata,
And trying to interpret would be like
Dubbing over a symphony with
Dumb flat sentences - you lose the magic.
The melody that rises within while
Deep in meditation, while listening
To cascades of music or seeing
The welcoming shimmer of joy
In the eyes of your beloved
Cannot be captured with these
Small darts of sound and thought
Which are but bits to catalogue
A world fragmented and spinning.
When beauty stops thought
There arises a peace that surpasses
All the words that chase your heart.
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3 comments:
oh sighhhh ~Beautiful words~ all the same Big Frank X:-)
Really beautiful.
I enjoyed it a lot.
I could tell that it really came from the heart.
Straight from the heart - yes - and like Stopping the World and having the world right.
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