To Be Read While Listening to Beethoven's String Quartet in A Minor, Opus 132, third movement

When the Yes
you have longed for sounds, finally,
like the space between two stands
of naked trees, each line of them
like a violin string and the Yes
the emptiness between
then you are lifted up
and parallel lines
that once warred, meet
at the edges of the heart's open
field and you must go there
with your bare skin
and trace your delicate song
of giving in.