Music I Heard

Music I heard with you was more than music,
And bread I broke with you was more than bread;
Now that I am without you, all is desolate;
All that was once so beautiful is dead.

Your hands once touched this table and this silver,
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass.
These things do not remember you, beloved,
And yet your touch upon them will not pass.

For it was in my heart that you moved among them,
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes;
And in my heart they will remember always,
—They knew you once, O beautiful and wise.

by Conrad Potter Aiken

Comments (4)

I so know what you mean Lesa, I too have come far too close to death and only a miracle at the last second has saved me at least 3 times in my life so far. The feeling of shocked euphoria lasts about two weeks each time at least. I was attracted by your title, because in most instances, it applies to every human being on the planet. No one can predict the future, we just have to live in the now imo. Excellent poem and a very talented poet from my readings thus far, look forward to reading more. Tai
Lesa, this is a really wonderful poem with a beautiful ending and an inspiring message. Well done! ! Brian
A wonderfully expressed poem from the heart thankyou for sharing this Love duncan X
Great poem. I liked it a lot.