O leave your hand where it lies cool <br />Upon the eyes whose lids are hot: <br />Its rosy shade is bountiful <br />Of silence, and assuages thought. <br />O lay your lips against your hand <br />And let me feel your breath through it, <br />While through the sense your song shall fit <br />The soul to understand. <br /> <br />The music lives upon my brain <br />Between your hands within mine eyes; <br />It stirs your lifted throat like pain, <br />An aching pulse of melodies. <br />Lean nearer, let the music pause: <br />The soul may better understand <br />Your music, shadowed in your hand <br />Now while the song withdraws.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-and-music/
