Spells, charms, incantations
There is nothing left to say
The magic of music enfolds intention
Centuries of knowledge
Layers of experience, and entire history
In a few melodies
Our lifetime is packaged inside of us
As imprints triggered by lyric
Wrapped in words the way a
Spider wraps flies in a gossamer
We are both the spider and the fly
Imprisoned and free in our own web.
~R. Tagore
