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Our music is a late Beethoven string quartet.
Although I can’t see you,I know
You are listening; the arcitecture of my heart
Is structured round this form
alone.I sit here dreamingmhearing the bows
as they most beautifully cause vibrations
sending the depths of love through the air;
as also do the strong yet gentle bells ringing
on the collars of goats on a far away mountain.
I know it’s your music; I heard it
when I first looked into your shadowed eyes
and knew who you might be.
A pebble is tossed languidly into a lake
yet ripples spread out across the world.
Such deliverances as we find will only
link us further,as we dance,the elegant dance
of the knowingly brave
who never give in,
but will always keep in step with the world
as it turns unseen past flashing silver stars
until its time has come.
Yet the music we create remains for ever
floating through the air,
like perfume of these late roses
as I walk down the garden
and into the intolerable green newness of this tangled wood,
which srartles me with its violent wistfulness.
Oh,come now…I hear your footstep on the road.
It’s the wind sighing eloquently,
knowing you have gone away
into the dark and the deep.where new life is formed
and I wait for you,fierce yet kind, with tender love.
I offer my heart to the world
and the music takes me.

Frosty air still strikes so cold.
Winter’s yet in fullest mode.
Yet a single white snowdrop
Brings reminders of spring’s crop.
Crocus,hyacinth,daffodil
Will quite soon our gardens fill
Celandine and bluebells too
Will decorate our woodland views.
The names are like a magic spell
Which will all winter’s griefs dispel.
Let us be still,in patience now
Till buds outdo the winter snow.
Pale sun is higher in the sky
Nordic birds have sheltered here.
When spring arrives they’ll fly away
They must a deeper law obey.
Would human life be easier now
If we had nature’s guidance too?
Birds and flowers do not think
But live a life from pure instinct.
Would that we had such a guide
Leading us deeply inside.
In springtime woods I’ll roam with you
There to seek for guidance true.
Love is the light for you and me,
Which shows us what we need to see.
When we perceive in harmony
Love then will have its ceremony.
Flowers and grief both fade away,
As dreams do as we start the day.
The fruits of each will show in time,
And thus I quit my gentle rhyme