The Sound of Leaves
This twilight of year opens renewed the first silent spaces of winter, yet with a gentler patina. I brush aside the cobwebs from a recurring time sealed in the senses – awakened by the scents and sounds of chill nights…
The Sound of Wings
A leaf, color half-transformed, wandering to me, like a feather falling from a rushing migrating bird, gifted me a faint sigh when hitting on the concrete pavement. A sparrow, teamed up, flying over me, like an elegant wind, left me no clouds when disappearing into the clear sky…
The Sound of Air
Heat is rising. Air is heavy. Lingering memories of winter have burnt away. Space is opening as our horizons widen. In anticipation and relaxation, I hear more the space around me each day…
Write me still
In your next story
Glory can wait
The Sound of Sense
Someone is watering the wild magic of spring, you can hear it in the walking clouds and sudden rain. The weather has a young mood, like a toddler trying on shoes. Shoes running down streets again with shouts startling birds, startling us…
The Sound of Spring
The motion and emotion of eternal recurrence of transition; the embodiment of cadence; the path between resonance and dissonance, tension and release – bloom – speaks of life’s richness overflowing…
The Sound of Nomads
Frost clings tight in the night, lingers long into the day, and melts as it may to wash away those jagged memories. The sun simmers tea on a cold afternoon, dripping down icicles, its sound a beat to represent the rising heat…
The Sound of Snow
I am longing for a storm with howling wind, heavy snow, and a reboot for the system. It blows away gloominess, covers up establishment, and buries old stories…
The Sound of Solitude
As we sit together, listening back, echoes of 2020’s quiet and noise compose our unusual song of solitude.
Play was our first prayer
Of midnight bliss
No past did I miss