Apart, but linked in some profound way by the music of Bach on the airways – this is the theme of Jonathan Davidson’s piece from The Everyday Poet: Poems to Live by (Michael O’Mara Books Ltd, £9.99).

Christina Rossetti’s question, below it here and in the book, throws out its philosophical challenge from the Victorian era.

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Too late to go out and nowhere to go

anyway, I content myself with this

celestial but dis-contenting music,

~

some stuff by J S Bach which they enjoy

in London very well. Your message says

you’re sitting down to listen to it too,

~

while busying yourself with things that must

be done or looking briefly at the last

high clouds. Although we are alone the Gods

~

of digital transmission have ensured

the sound they give to you they give to me.

Now all that is between us is the music,

~

that breaks into the orbit of our hearts

- no, really; so I believe – and holds us

like asteroids on such trajectories

~

decided by the pull of time and place,

until the final notes have crossed the sky,

until the final light-show of applause,

~

at which we are let go into the dark.

     WHAT ARE HEAVY?

What are heavy? Sea-sand and sorrow:

What are brief? Today and tomorrow:

What are frail? Spring blossom and youth:

What are deep? The ocean and truth.