♣Little Korengold♣

Music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning- yet long untaught I did not hear, But now the chorus I hear, and am elated, A tenor, strong, ascending, with power and health, with glad notes of day-break I hear, A soprano, at intervals, sailing buoyantly over the tops of immense waves, A transparent bass, shuddering lusciously under and through the universe, The triumphant tutti - the funeral wailings, with sweet flutes and violins - All these I fill myself with; I hear not the volumes of sound merely - I am moved by the equisite meanings, I listen to the different voices winding in and out, striving, contending with fiery vehemence to excel each other in emotion, I do not think the performers know themselves - But now I think I begin to know them. - Walt Whitman Calamus 21