Music (William Aggeler)

Music often transports me like a sea!
Toward my pale star,
Under a ceiling of fog or a vast ether,
I get under sail;
 

My chest thrust out and my lungs filled
Like the canvas,
I scale the slopes of wave on wave
That the night obscures;
 

I feel vibrating within me all the passions
Of ships in distress;
The good wind and the tempest with its convulsions
 

Over the vast gulf
Cradle me. At other times, dead calm, great mirror
Of my despair!