Coffee and Irony

The Blue Dress, Ken Howard

UST as my fingers on these keys

Make music, so the self-same sounds

On my spirit make a music, too.

Music is feeling, then, not sound;

And thus it is that what I feel,

Here in this room, desiring you,

Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,

Is music.

-from Peter Quince at the Clavier, Wallace Stevens