Music, like an ocean, often carries me away! <br />Through the ether far, <br />or under a canopy of mist, I set sail <br />for my pale star. <br />Breasting the waves, my lungs swollen <br />like a ship’s canvas, <br />night veils from me the long rollers, <br />I ride their backs: <br />I sense all a suffering vessel’s passions <br />vibrating within me: <br />while fair winds or the storm’s convulsions <br />on the immense deep <br />cradle me. Or else flat calm, vast mirror there <br />of my despair!<br /><br />Charles Baudelaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-181/
