true music

Time is expressed

in the heart

of an instrument

Something that stops

in the heart of a man

Time is the wall and the space around

Time is the tree a life that resounds

Time to adore and time to go

To give to the fisherman

the slippers of Rome

the whirling embrace

the arms of the fold

to gather together

the swirl of the leaves

turning and falling

returning as thee

to the clay of creation

tho your children will hold

the wave of your hand

the smile of your soul….

Patti Smith

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