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Bach Transcribing Vivaldi
One remembered the sunrise, how clearly it gave substance and praise to the mountains of the world; the other imagined twilight, the setting in blood, and a valley of fallen leaves where a stranger might rest. One avoided the forest and made his way through fields where the sky was constant and clouds rang in his ears; the other cut through the thicket, the thorns and vines and was not touched except by the dying of men. One asked the road to the land of the golden lion whose eyes never weep, whose lifted hand scepters the seasons of stars and the grafting of generations; the other searched for the kingdom of the lamb with the trembling fleece, whose live unreasoning heart consumes the mortal treasure of his loves. Still, at one point of the journey one must have seen the afternoon dip and drop away into shade and the other come to a place where the forest cleared into white and violet patches of stars.