That Music Always Around Me

That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long                      untaught I did not hear

,But now the chorus I hear and am elated,A tenor, strong, ascending with power and health, with glad notes of     daybreak I hear,

A soprano at intervals sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense                   waves,A transparent base shuddering lusciously under and through the universe,

The triumphant tutti, the funeral wailings with sweet flutes and violins,         

all of these I fill myself with,I hear not the volumes of sound merely, I am moved by the exquisite meanings,

I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving, contending           with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion

I do not think the performers know themselves—but now I think I                   begin to know them.

-Walt Whitman1819-1892

© Tore Eliasson 2015