Music

Henri Fantin-Latour

Music



It must be somewhere, the original harmony,

somewhere in great nature, hidden.

Is it in the furious infinite,

in distant stars’ orbits,

is it in the sun’s scorn,

in a tiny flower, in treegossip,

in heartmusic’s mothersong

or in tears?

It must be somewhere, immortality,

somewhere the original harmony must be found:

how else could it infuse

the human soul,


that music?

 

Juhan Liiv

Translated from the Estonian by H.L. Hix & Jüri Talvet 

 

Somewhere. The original music. The sound that all of us dream in. The song that all of us find ourselves within. Singing, dancing, moving, and we resist or surrender to it. Where is it? This original music, this rhythm that persists in spite of our anger, in spite of our lostness. "The furious infinite". Yes. How could it not be so?  An anger that resists Untruth and Less than Right and Not Quite Beautiful. "It Must Be Somewhere".

Somewhere.

"How else could it/infuse the the human soul"?

Indeed. How?