my voice and silence, a voice of silence, the voice of my silence

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent

If the unheard, unspoken

Word is unspoken, unheard;

Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,

The Word without a word, the Word within

The world and for the world;

And the light shone in darkness and

Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled

About the centre of the silent Word.

 

T.S. Eliot

 

Mendelssohn: Prelude and Fugue in E minor, Op.35, No.1 (Live at Carolyn Blount Theater, Montgomery / 1988) · Jorge Bolet

 

JUSTICE

Done