Notes from Atlantis

The hermetic music
Coming in from a garden
Lost underwater
Five millenniums
Before this day.
And we were born
To hear again
Fragments of its playing.
It goes on as though
No time existed.
It goes on though
We have lost our ears.
I want to find again
The isolation
In which these notes
Are gathered.

The continent of ultimate listening
In which the song coheres.