Saturday 8th August, 2015
Inspired by harpist Michael Johnson’s Mindfulness At Twilight’
The music rings towards you
first
this is poetic justice
This resonant frequency softly cascading towards
skin humble
In the space of words your music flows forth.
For I am not these words that I speak
or the thoughts within.
And in these moments I have stillness.
I can almost feel it.
As can she. Standing there behind the stairs.
Maybe she didn’t know this was the space for her
but the music called.
Where words were silenced and invitations left unsent
The music just was
This is poetic justice.
Inspired by harpist Michael Johnson’s Mindfulness At Twilight’
The music rings towards you
first
this is poetic justice
This resonant frequency softly cascading towards
skin humble
In the space of words your music flows forth.
For I am not these words that I speak
or the thoughts within.
And in these moments I have stillness.
I can almost feel it.
As can she. Standing there behind the stairs.
Maybe she didn’t know this was the space for her
but the music called.
Where words were silenced and invitations left unsent
The music just was
This is poetic justice.
So beautifully expressed that I can feel the vibrant and connected presence of the one behind the stairs, the musician, the music and you. Thanks for sharing :)
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