How, on a summer night The mysterious few bird notes rise And break against the dark and stop And that music continues, afterward, for a long time How you move in me until silence itself is moving Precisely as those few notes How they do not stop, the music like water Finding its way How what we begin we only think is ours How quickly it passes form reach Some other life throating the air Until it is utterly lovely and changed How what we begin we only think is ours How quickly it passes form reach Some other life throating the air Until it is utterly lovely and changed How I am changed by you and change you How we willingly hollow our throats for the song How the music chains us, but the song On a summer night, how it breaks and stops How we falter and still the notes rise beyond us How they complete themselves in the silence And silence completes us, simple as those few notes That answer the dark on a summer night and fall still