The Music of the Spheres

Lips teeth tongue these were three organs they saw in my face; these three organs that made my speech. Now: lips sewn shut! teeth broken! tongue cut out! So be it! Let them take comfort in the silence of my moment a false silence! For being has joined me and all my particles with an invisible silken thread to all your particles - in my being and my not-being – the great harp! well tuned! your sweet fingers play the strings of my heart in your heart. Listen! the music of our spheres laughs at the false silence and at the myth of death ...