Music Box Redux...

all music passed

we dreamed it would not go

and that the angels kept us from

knowing, all things go

as music passed

and snow from snow

was parted

and we were parted too

as cloud from cloud

and dream from dream

and branching cannot branch

here anymore you sighed

but it was into  no one's language

then, or anymore how could you say

to the music, stay and to the

clouds, don't go

and to the dreams oh

never let us go if

the music has to end

this way.

oh sweet sad fuddled music box within

the key is turned and I am young again
enough to know that

nothing goes
though nothing stays in music
after all this parting learned,

unlearned when the music returns
glad angels say (and the Christmas children):
play it again!

mary angela douglas 23 april 2015;17 march 2016