Where once music, now noise. I mean to sing against the roar of it, to find the others to recover a refrain from memory. To call and call in aria, unceasing, I do––but for today, only shelter. Only weep.
to bird us
some return in music
some return in music
Where once music, now noise. I mean to sing against the roar of it, to find the others to recover a refrain from memory. To call and call in aria, unceasing, I do––but for today, only shelter. Only weep.
I feel a change coming. Even the birdsong seems to let on.
Big hug to you, sister! : )
I like soft music 😍
Gooood
This captures that feeling of losing clarity, yet still holding onto the memory of harmony. Beautiful and heavy at the same time.
Thank you doe this thoughtful reading. I appreciate you!