A revelation came to me.
Not all at once, but gradually,
as when the day brightens slowly
with the end of a rain, and the clouds, kissed by the breeze,
blush, then shuffle away, letting the light shine in.
I exited the bar at closing time, kissed Marianne goodbye,
and stood on the banks of the Saint-Laurent.
In the clear, cold light of the moon,
as the final mists were blown away,
amidst the church bells ringing in the distance,
it came to me, what I had always known but not known,
that Music has a name.
And it’s name is