Anne Clark — To Music lyrics

Lyrics

Perhaps: Stillness of pictures.
You speech, where speeches end.
You time,
vertically poised on the courses of vanishing hearts.
Feelings for what? Oh, you transformation
of feelings into. .. audible landscape!
You stranger: Music. Space that’s outgrown us,
heart-space. Innermost ours, that passing our limits
outsurges
as practised horizon, as other
side of air,
pure,
gigantic,
no longer lived in.