One musician to another
No man has any right to claim you,
since music only has the right to own you.
She created you for her exclusive service,
and that is the highest service possible of love,
from which no mortal baseness has the slightest right
to drag you down. We both kneel humbly at the altar service
for the muses, the unique divinities of some manifestation
through the power of creation, which is why they only
are divinities self-evident and proven to exist
as indefatigably active in a zone of timelessness.
Our share of that dimension is our service to their service,
which no pagan can remove us from,
since we were born to serve
and work hard for that service
to the values of eternal beauty, life and truth,
the word that never fails, the melodies that never quieten,
the light that never settles, and the spirit
which will speak forever through not only poetry
but above all through our attentiveness
and sensitive ability to hear the harmonies of silence.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-15 at 10:23
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