Occulture paraethos contact us  Henri Matisse | La Musique
(1910, oil on canvas)  La Musique, 1910 Matisse Speaks I loosen
with my hands all women's hair Day wears the colour that my
hands give it A sigh breathed in my room sets sails swelling And
my gaze at tomorrow is an enduring dream  Every flower in its
nakedness is like those captives Whose sheer beauty makes one's
fingers tremble I wait I see I wonder and the drifting sky Is
clear before me like a garment shed  I explain with no words the
circling steps I explain the bare footprint that the wind
dissolves I explain with no mystery a moment of this world I
explain the sun on an imagined shoulder  I explain a black
pattern against the open window I explain the birds the trees
the seasons I explain the mute happiness of green plants I
explain the dwelt-in silence of houses  I explain endlessly
shadow and transparency I explain the touch of women and their
brightness I explain a firnament of objects through their
differences I explain the relation between