Tag Archives: Notes
Migrant
Rest your weary mind
My love
Rest your stricken heart
Permit time
Permit soonness
Permit fondness promised
When seasons change, as they will
When notes become no more
Permit the absence, too
Oh My Violin
Do you know the notes
The particular ones
That linger and twist
Lengthening the horizon
While wafting somewhere
But promise never awayTouch them
Try
The Search For Strings
Some other song
Still the cello’s rolling drawl
Still the violin fiddling with convention
Still the red and grey and wooded
And white
Still the notes hanging, then slow-motion wafting
On high
Still the Beautiful
