A plaintive and contemplative interplay of oboe and piano.
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A plaintive and contemplative interplay of oboe and piano.
I got out of bed at night after reading Rumi, thinking to finish the poem "when on waves", whose last line has eluded me for years. This music came to me instead. Here is the poem, with this year's version of the last line. Or maybe it just doesn't want a last line at all...
when
on waves
of endless
causes i ride
no wave my own but
no wave not my dear child
the unceasing change my seat
the vast love my compass and guide
the untold openness my clear sky
the ever presence my soul’s constant wind
right here, an endless song of sure liberty