Instruments played by none but the wind
and the changing weather, without time
nor measure. The songs begin and end
in intervals between the bell's chime
and the call to prayer. I hear sounds
and melodies, triangular sets of notes
in harmonies that the musicians found
representative of character. She wrote
her music in such a way that it touched
my ears and heart at once, she's singing
a knowledge beyond man. But I have much
to learn from her soft silence that brings
unfailing love. The spheres are spinning
a phrase that travels on a changing wind.
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