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Perhaps this could have stayed unstated,
Had our words turned to other things
In the gray park , the rain abated,
Life would have quickened other strings.
I list your gifts in this creation:
Pen ,paper ,ink and inspiration .
Peace to the heart with touch or word,
Ease to the soul with note and chord.

How did that walk,those winter hours,
Occasion this?No lightning came ;
Nor did I sense ,when touched by flame,
Our story lit with borrowed powers-
Rather,by what our spirits burned,
Embered in words, to us returned. - "An equal music" (Vikram Seth)