just an added thought from yesterday.......a poem by Anne Porter.........................
Music
by Anne PorterLiving Things: Collected Poems) --
When I was a child............................I once sat sobbing on the floor............Beside my mother's pianoAs she played and sangFor there was in her singingA shy yet solemn gloryMy smallness could not holdAnd when I was askedWhy I was cryingI had no words for itI only shook my headAnd went on cryingWhy is it that musicAt its most beautifulOpens a wound in usAn ache a desolationDeep as a homesicknessFor some far-offAnd half-forgotten countryI've never understoodWhy this is soBur there's an ancient legendFrom the other side of the worldThat gives away the secretOf this mysterious sorrowFor centuries on centuriesWe have been wanderingBut we were made for ParadiseAs deer for the forestAnd when music comes to usWith its heavenly beautyIt brings us desolationFor when we hear itWe half rememberThat lost native countryWe dimly remember the fieldsTheir fragrant windswept cloverThe birdsongs in the orchardsThe wild white violets in the mossBy the transparent streamsAnd shining at the heart of itIs the longed-for beautyOf the One who waits for usWho will always wait for usIn those radiant meadowsYet also came to live with usAnd wanders where we wander.
"Music" by Anne Porter from Living Things: Collected Poems. © Steerforth Press, 2006. Reprinted with permission..................one more thing,,May 5th is thought of as Cinco de Mayo day,,a Mexican holiday but it is also the day Carnegie Hall opened ,,funny that