The purpose of music is to sober and quiet the mind, thus making it susceptible to divine influences.
Our poetry now is the realization that we possess nothing. Anything therefore is a delight (since we do not posses it) and thus need not fear its loss.
Everyday is a beautiful day, Everything is pleasing
A finished work is exactly that, requires resurrection.
The world, the real is not an object. It is a process.
We only hear what we listen for.