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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460838" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0406 The Summer Evening Music That Never Ended</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was such a warm summer evening<br>that the music that was promised us<br>after the evening meal, called to meet<br>the open air. I wondered, would it work, <br>would the delicacy of the music’s fine woven tapestry, <br>the shaped fine wood of instruments, <br>fine sounds from strings, flute, clarinet, <br>find themselves, or lose themselves, <br>on the mown front lawn before the house, <br>under the heavens’ curve? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chairs, music stands, cello’s spike<br>were settled in the grassy earth; skirts arranged; <br>stillness as the group began to hear<br>each other’s silence and the music<br>not yet played; not far away; but almost here.<br>Something complete, it seemed, <br>was in the air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Music began; acquired attitudes of listening<br>settled on the audience; and then, unannounced, <br>magic descended. Someone<br>who knew life so intimately, so completely, <br>who had passed through it even while<br>they lived it, was telling me in my inner ear<br>what life was, is, all about; in detail –<br>it’s like this; and this; this sweetness, <br>that sweetness; this sadness, that sadness; <br>sweetness that’s sad, sadness that is sweet; <br>all held like a gentle fountain - bubbling continuous, <br>yet gloriously and joyously, ever fresh; <br>to be welcomed, not to be judged or resisted, <br>(the hearing of it was way beyond such things) <br>for it held - listening to it now afresh, it holds -<br>all that may be known, that may be lived; this is life itself; <br>this, this is simply, how it is...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sound is with me now; music told me; <br>this is how it is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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that the music that was promised us
after the evening meal, called to meet
the open air. I wondered, would it work, 
would the delicacy of the music’s fine woven tapestry, 
the shaped fine wood of instruments, 
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