last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street

there is always time for music

particularly music

that steps out of time

and tells a story

that is older than time

~

this is music

that fills this space

on rainy mornings

snowy evenings

empty

whatever the weather

space times.

join me

and listen

with open ears

to the

voices

of these men

taking its title from the words of the sufi poet rumi,

jon hassell plays trumpet in a piece of music entitled

"last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street".

here's the full text of rumi's poem:

drunkards fall upon each other, quarrel,

become violent and make a scene.

it is the rule.

like the drunkard, and

worse than the drunkard, is the lover.

to be in love is to enter a gold mine,

but what kind of gold is found there?

the lover, king above all kings,

is not afraid to die and cares nothing for a golden crown.

just as the dervish, with a pearl concealed beneath his worn out cloak,

is not ashamed to beg from door to door.

last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street

“get up,” i told my heart, “and give the soul a glass of wine.

the moment has come to join the nightingale in the garden,

to taste sugar with the parrot of the soul.”

i have fallen, with my heart shattered

i have fallen on your sacred path and broken your bowl

i am drunk my idol, so very drunk

shield me and take my hand.

a new rule, a new law has been decreed.

break all the glasses and fall toward the glassblower.

rumi