Thanks go to that wonderful poet Luisa Igloria for the link to this poem by Elizabeth Bishop, which I’ve copied and pasted here:
I Am in Need of Music
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
What a poem! Somehow it reminded me of a Grateful Dead song, I Bid you Goodnight:
That brought to mind another wonderful GD song:
I suppose that my thoughts have taken a somber cast after my recent brush with death! We all need occasional reminders of the grim reality of mortality now and then. Sorry if I bummed you out!