| Song | To Music |
| Artist | Anne Clark |
| Album | just after sunset |
| Music: Breathing of statues. | |
| Perhaps: Stillness of pictures. | |
| You speech, where speeches end. | |
| You time, | |
| vertically poised on the courses of vanishing hearts. | |
| Feelings for what? Oh, you transformation | |
| of feelings into . . . audible landscape! | |
| You stranger: Music. Space that's outgrown us, | |
| heart-space. Innermost ours, that passing our limits | |
| outsurges | |
| as practised horizon, as other | |
| side of air, | |
| pure, | |
| gigantic, | |
| no longer lived in. |