““The birds swoop nearer. They are gulls. Why, then, We must be close to the ocean! Indeed, The sounds of your music come clearly, Composing themselves in the air. It was written, I think, that I'd find you Against some sort of crazy crashing backdrop That could go on forever, being an awful bore, Then change into a storm. But the birds atilt, Hung in the sky like little notes ranging, the birds Atilt have no connection with music.””