Love Song

How should I hold my soul, to keep
it from bothering you? How bundle
it by you where all the rest wait?
O I’d like to have it sent
some room in the dark, cased
and kept quiet in some strange dark place
where the sound would not carry
when the depths in you begin to sway.
Yet everything that touches us, you and me,
strikes us together like the stroke of a bow
that playing two strings sings one note.
What kind of fingering’s making us tremble?
And whose hands hold us so close?
O this song is sweet.

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Neue Gedichte