When the gods departed Alexandria
Music played. In Bread Street, a flute-girl
Held onto six notes; a rhythm was preserved
In the dreams of an old priest whose wife
Remembered a shadow of silence between the notes.
Call the flute-girl's name -- song will company your days;
Dream of the priest - you will rise up
The servant of grace. What the priest's wife brings
Are not for words of mine to say.
Music played. In Bread Street, a flute-girl
Held onto six notes; a rhythm was preserved
In the dreams of an old priest whose wife
Remembered a shadow of silence between the notes.
Call the flute-girl's name -- song will company your days;
Dream of the priest - you will rise up
The servant of grace. What the priest's wife brings
Are not for words of mine to say.
