if you want to hear life,
you’ll have to listen to your own,
and,
by the way,
you’ll need to steal your own heart,
and give it away for him to break it
just to see what will fly away,
what will slowly slither out,
and what will cling to every surface.
if you really want to experience
the conversation of the birds,
the love that rains from trees,
the fulfillment of your desires;
and if you really are a musician,
you’ll take that freedom
to tune the sound of your body,
for the songs of your own soul.
you’ll see, my beloved, you’ll see,
that love is worth that mad music

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