Listening to Water
--Stanley Moss 
Water wanted to live.
It went to the sun,
came back laughing.
Water wanted to live.
It went to a tree
struck by lightning.
It came back laughing.
It went to blood. It went to womb,
It washed the face of every living thing.
A touch of it came to death, a mold.
A touch of it was sexual, brought life to death.
It was Jubal, inventor of music,
the flute and the lyre. 
"Listen to waters," my teacher said,
"then play the slow movement
of Schubert's late Sonata in A,
it must sound like the first bird
that sang in the world."

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