Why should we not touch our souls
With one bow and hear
Separate strings sing one melody,
One voice to dive into
Between hills carved by Masters
Who could not have known of us?
They began our song
Before words stirred our tongues
Like a kiss
A flower pushing up through dirt
To follow the path of Apollo
Dripping with dew,
Swallow one ray of light.
Rilke Project Number 4
a response to:
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn’t resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin’s bow,
which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
Rainer Maria Rilke