Stradivarius Our Language Above the Loch

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Imagine creatures flying up above

Our loch, our loch that never did exist

Except in minds and hearts, except in love,

The love which men have heard in Chopin, Liszt

And Massenet, his “Meditation” played

On violins, “Adagio for Strings”

By Barber, love that hearts have always prayed

Since men have ever known high love with wings.

The loch is made of mist and singing dreams

And so it waits forever real, more real

Than lochs of mist, more real than Scotland seems

In Spain or France, more real than loveless steel.

  Above a little island south of Aix

    Our hearts defy all loveless tongues as hex.

~ Phillip Whidden