I mountain constant noise,
Stream dances, rivulet in a hurry
Random butterfly fluttersby,
Doesn’t wait for me
Sheep scampers over
Breeze bent grasses
Lichen rock scattered stones
Breathtaking measures pace
Relax and stare
I lie awake in the darkness, listening.
The constant rhythmic flow of my breathing.
No traffic noise.
Anne stirs and gets up.
She doesn’t realise I am awake.
Feels odd without her there.
No touching of bodies, no …
Whisky glass, once full now almost empty, sits there in front of me on the kitchen table. There is no music. Only my thoughts. Thoughts of nothing in particular. No memories. Only a sense of being. Warmth. …
The mellowest of saxophony The soul of the trumpet The romance of the plucked guitar The captivation of the slow dancing piano The birdsong of twilight The relaxation of rain The silence of the lone singer The hypnosis …