Monday, June 17, 2013


Autumn Abbey
What is that music whispering to me?
Gentle, flowing like the wind.
Be still, it murmurs, be still.

Suddenly dissonance roars,
with an introduction of confusion to begin another section.
Another part of life lived.
Again it murmurs, be still; just    be still.

Why is this music whispering to me?
Because I can listen or because I will play?
Or am I just living in this fortunate day?
The quieting roar gently flows towards the end.
Murmuring, murmuring - be still, be still.

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