I am in need of music that would flow <br />Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, <br />Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, <br />With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. <br />Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, <br />Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, <br />A song to fall like water on my head, <br />And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow! <br /> <br />There is a magic made by melody: <br />A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool <br />Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep <br />To the subaqueous stillness of the sea, <br />And floats forever in a moon-green pool, <br />Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.<br /><br />Elizabeth Bishop<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-1928/
