How will I hold my soul
so that it doesn't touch yours? How will I
raise it above you, even other things?
Ah, how I would like to take you
to a place lost in darkness
to a strange and silent place
that does not shake when your heart trembles.
For what touches us, you and me,
it unites us, like a violin bow
that with two strings releases a single note.
What instrument are we attached to?
And what violinist has us in his hands?
Oh, sweet song.