waiting to be played again,
the room illuminated
- for one precious moment -
by golden morning light
13 June 2011
5:59 AM
Time is still a-flying
the golden light gone
6:01 AM
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"What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth has present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come and kiss me sweet and twenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure."
Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
May your life be filled with love and music!
Links:
-> Canon in D, from "London Symphony Orchestra Plays Great Classics"
-> "Gatter ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying" - poem by Robert Herrick
Images and own text © by Merisi
Repost - First published 13 June 2011
Pelucid light...is that a word?
ReplyDeleteIf it is you got it!
Ooops TWO L
ReplyDeletePellucide - translucent light
Perfect marriage of pictures, words, and music. Beautiful, Merisi.
ReplyDeleteI love it. I feel like I'm peaking into a composers private place.
ReplyDeletePellucid is a great word!
ReplyDeleteA perfect post!
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