33. Whispering
My love, what right have I to call you so?
We must be cautious not to risk disturbance
of our budding plant the precious future
of a delicate and brittle tenderness
to constitute a sensitive relationship
of some uniqueness in its frail vulnerability.
So let me whisper only and in darkness
secret messages of love, the honesty of which
be proved by its consistent silence,
that in time may speak more loudly
and more clearly than the finest music ever played on earth
to shame all noise and falseness,
rudeness and disharmony,
since we in disciplining carefully our love
will be responsible for the most absolute and true
and beautiful and purest music ever played on earth.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-26 at 13:41
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