After a black day, I play Haydn,
and feel a little warmth in my hands.
The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall.
The sound is spirited, green, and full of silence.
The sound says that freedom exists
and someone pays no tax to Caesar.
-- From "Allegro," translated by Robert Bly, in "The Half-Finished Heaven: The Best Poems of Tomas Tranströmer"
2 A.M. moonlight. The train has stopped