And I really do believe in such a thing
As purity of heart, or degrees of it,
And in some Presence calibrating it,
And the scales being Music. I want to sing
The simultaneous truth of truth and illusion,
The city's endlessness, the soul's profusion.

A paper bookmark quietly considered
From the edge of a book seems lodged in its home
Of flimsy borderlines as if it
Belonged there, like a sword in stone.

from New Music (Five Islands Press, 2001), edited by John Leonard. Used and reprinted by permission of the author.

Click here for a video of the Melbourne premiere of Leonard Lehrman's setting, Jan. 5, 2002.