TWO GIRLS SINGING by Iain Crichton Smith

It neither was the words nor yet the tune
Any tune would have done and any words.
Any listener at all.

As nightingales in rocks or a child crooning
in its own world of strange awakening
or larks for no reason but themselves.

So on the bus through late November running
by yellow lights tormented, darkness falling,
the two girls sang for miles and miles together

and it wasn't the words or the tune. It was the singing.
It was the human sweetness in that yellow,
the unpredicted voices of our kind.

(From Scottish Poem Book)

Ludwig Van Beethoven to his 'Immortal Beloved'

Good Morning, on July 7

My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved
I can live only wholly with you or not at all-
Be calm my life, my all. Only by calm consideration of
our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together.
Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful
heart of your beloved.
Ever thine.
Ever mine.
Ever ours.

(From 'Sex and the City: The Movie')