soos
ryp druiwe
uit
die lug
vol trosse kom lê
soet-soelig diep binne my oor
draai om en om in
'n hemelse taai
mallemeul
in die ingewandes
van
my siel
die rillings
breek uit oor my kopvel
en die toppe van
my skouers
ek is bang as
die stilte
gaan kom
ah, om verewig in
die hand van klank te lê
daar waar dit
resonerend warm is
vat my nie weg
van hierdie klank!
kom klank,
kom val
soos ryp druiwe
in my oor
bederf my
met
'n oomblikse
versadiging
van
hierdie
nimmereindigende
honger
ripe
grapes
the piano-sounds
fall
like
ripe grapes
from
the sky
full bunches come
lie sweet-sultrily deep inside my ear
turn round and
round in
a heavenly
merry-go-round
in the guts
of
my soul
the thrills break
out on the skin of my head
and on the tops
of my shoulders
i am scared when
the silence
will descend
ah, to lie
forever in the hand of sound
there where it is
so resonantly warm
take me not away
from this sound!
come sound,
come fall
like ripe grapes
in my ear
spoil me
with
a momentary
satiation
of
this
neverending
hunger
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