By Wallace Stevens
Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper
Date: 2016 Jun 08
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from "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the selfsame sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.

Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,

Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,
Is music.