S T A L K E R

Are you awake?

You were speaking of the meaning..of our... Iife...of the unselfishness of art...

Take music, for instance.
Less than anything else,it is connected to reality,
or if connected at all, it's done mechanically, not by way of ideas,
just by a sheer sound, devoid of... any associations.
And yet, music, as if by some miracle,gets through to our heart.
What is it that resonates in us in response to noise brought to harmony,
making it the source of the greatest delight
which stuns us and brings us together?

What's all this needed for? And most important, who needs it?
You would say, "No one. And for no reason."
Unselfishly
No, I don't think so.
After all, everything has some sense.
Sense and reason.


I love your eyes, my darling friend,
Their play, so passionate and
bright'ning,
When a sudden stare up you send,
And like a heaven-blown lightning,
It'd take in all from end to end.
But there's more that I admire:
Your eyes when they're downcast
In bursts of love-inspired fire,
And through the eyelash goes fast
A somber, dull call of desire...