THE MORNING WOMAN Poem by Cecilie Løveid

There is no doubt that there is a body
inside the music
The music would have made love with her
if it could
don't you think?
If she were not a woman I mean
if she were music
Would she have made love with him if he weren't music?
She didn't throw herself out the window
when the music stopped
The morning woman
waits for the continuation
waits for the music
waits for a sign
Would she really have loved him if he were a man
and not music?
Where shall she find him when the music stops
other than deep inside herself
There where she is
The morning woman