Impulse and Caution All things affect us in this quiet Everything matters now Senses are heightened in the thin air Responses careful and low Shimmering violins are not emotions You can say anything in music and art You are impulse, I am caution But don't let it keep us apart Listening closely I hear your strange words Ring loud with grief and delight Of dim silk, dark-haired, hired musicians In the broadening silence of night My soul grows hard with clutching at shade I stretch vain hands, like yours they blush with sin You cannot save me, pain is coming If your heart won't let me in You can fill days staring in mirrors Ignoring the fevers of life If you cheat you hurt yourself And inside quietly die Old houses hidden behind thickets of trees Old feelings emitted, only seen by degrees It only takes a minute to write this down You don't have to feel it, listen to the sound What can affect us in this madness Nothing matters now Senses are deadened in the full air Responses late and slow Shimmering violins will do for emotions We will look for certainties in music and art You are impulse I am caution Nothing can keep us apart