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204 Lady with Mandolin (upon viewing a portrait) Sweet and angelic face Eyes that softly gaze From canvas framed by love, What music floated from your mandolin? What stories did your fingers strum? Did they waft over a lover held in thrall By your beauty and your music? Do I catch the semblance of a smile From a corner of your mouth? How many times did you beguile Troubled hearts? What mysteries lie within Your time, how brief the spark? Music’s ecstasies shine from your face While deep in me love’s music stirs. Damsel, no need to strum your mandolin For your tones will remain unheard. Our silence is our common bond. The intensity of the illusion of song Suffices—for music has its underlay Where silence never goes away. ...

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