how the melody winds itself down.

Now softer. Now almost not there.

This entails no loveliness. If I loved you less,I would be aggressively lovely.

When she cries, she criesout to . . .{Indicating absence}

I wish I had inherited such drama.

But love requires performance

Love could have remainedthe arranged thing, the pronouncement.

Why the sudden anguish (where I rush to him),the swelling in music?

It would have been easier to give into the shape assigned him, not to have summonedthe cry—