Exploring an idea on the guitar while watching the snow fall outside. Barren trees and ground look so beautiful right now. The gentle quiet of the snow invoking a similar state within me. The mood beneath the notes probing, perhaps even covering a sinister notion. The notes like the snow falling into place in accord with the unseen pattern.
Would love to stay up late and play and watch. Watch the snow, watch me as I explore, and watch for the pattern. But oh that day job ...
Patrick, although I'm not a musician your blog makes me wish I were. So beautifully expressed. Thanks
ReplyDeleteThank you Victoria, perhaps your muse is whispering to you. It's never too late to make music.
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