Your Voice Keeps Talking Lovingly [Pessoa]...Nietzsche

Your Voice Keeps Talking Lovingly [Pessoa]

Your voice keeps talking lovingly...
Speaks so sweetly that I've forgotten
Its mild chatter's falsity.
My heart is ready to unsadden.

Music suggests things that are not
There in the music:so-yes, true-
My heart asks nothing more than that
Melody which there is in you.

Love me? Who thought it, ever? Speak
On in that voice saying nothing-haply
You are a delusive music.
I listen, don't know, and am happy.

And there's no happiness that is false;
It is true while it will stay.
Who cares what the truth exalts
If I am happy in this way?

Nietzsche
One Must Learn to Love.- This happens to us in music; first one must learn to hear a figure and melody at all, to detect and distinguish it, to isolate and delimit it as life in itself; then one needs effort and good will to stand it despite its strangeness; patience with its appearance and expression, and kindheartedness about its oddity. Finally comes a moment when we are used to it; when we expect it;when we sense that we'd miss it if it were missing; and now it continues relentlessly to compel and enchant us until we have become its humble and enraptured lovers, who no longer want anything better from the world than it and it again. But this happens to us not only in music; it is in just this way that we have learned to love everything we now love...there is no other way. Love, too, must be learned. [-Nietzsche, Gay Science, 334]