I am in need of music that would flow 
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips, 
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, 
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. 
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, 
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, 
A song to fall like water on my head, 
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! 

There is a magic made by melody: 
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool 
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep 
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea, 
And floats forever in a moon-green pool, 

Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

I am in need of music
Elizabeth  Bishop


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