We are affirmed through ritual.
We are fulfilled through music.
Robert Creeley wrote an exquisite poem on love...
Love Comes Quietly
Love comes quietly,
drops around me,
in the old way.
What did I know,
able to go alone
all the way.
Some years ago, after I spoke the poem aloud a few times...the words seem to take on their own life...as if the poem demanded to be sung. So I did. And so I do. And love is still coming quietly on every note.