What Mozart wrote this engine’s purr
Or gunfire’s rat-a-tat?
Did Bach create a fly’s wings’ whirr
Or rainfall’s pitter-pat?
And did Stravinsky find the notes
For lovers’ glad fatigue,
Or was the distant bleat of goats
Composed by Brahms or Grieg?
The music of this life is such
My ears can’t get their fill
Of howling winds, a slipping clutch
And sounds both soft and shrill.
And yet the one I like the best
Is when the music comes to rest.
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