'T is you that are the music, not your song. <br />The song is but a door which, opening wide, <br />Lets forth the pent-up melody inside, <br />Your spirit's harmony, which clear and strong <br />Sings but of you. Throughout your whole life long <br />Your songs, your thoughts, your doings, each divide <br />This perfect beauty; waves within a tide, <br />Or single notes amid a glorious throng. <br />The song of earth has many different chords; <br />Ocean has many moods and many tones <br />Yet always ocean. In the damp Spring woods <br />The painted trillium smiles, while crisp pine cones <br />Autumn alone can ripen. So is this <br />One music with a thousand cadences.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listening-2/
