Since Franis EAngel has left a couple interesting comments on Facebook regarding my playing around with de Bono's ideas on lateral thinking again, today's improvisational sketch began with an "F." F Dorian to be specific, with a tinge of grey. Still playing with it, and there are no words for what the notes are saying. May I be able to find the melodies the grey mist is hiding, evoking or otherwise in between.
No where to go, The notes are waiting ... the mist flaying
...
no need to understand
respond with the hearts hand
broken phrases
swirl
vibrate to
the other land
no need to understand
respond with the hearts hand
broken phrases
swirl
vibrate to
the other land
Photo by Harry Thomas
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