So tuneful, soft and fluid reverberations of particular sounds, this is a gem, creating music as it leaves the page to travel into the air, spoken, heard. I would so love to hear you read this one. To hear your voice embrace the mood of this piece, to hear the words echoing within the recording, travelling from a room in Franklin to wherever someone is listening, time suspended, as then becomes now. Wonderful.
PS Just so you know, I am doing short As first, too hard seeing the absence of my name. ;)
So nice to see your name too; and a comment on the post. :-D
I was driving in my car and listening to Chris Botti on a beautiful spring day when this poem appeared in my mind. Remind me about a reading. I think I can do that. :-)
The silent colors
So tuneful, soft and fluid reverberations of particular sounds, this is a gem, creating music as it leaves the page to travel into the air, spoken, heard. I would so love to hear you read this one. To hear your voice embrace the mood of this piece, to hear the words echoing within the recording, travelling from a room in Franklin to wherever someone is listening, time suspended, as then becomes now. Wonderful.
ReplyDeletePS Just so you know, I am doing short As first, too hard seeing the absence of my name. ;)
So nice to see your name too; and a comment on the post. :-D
ReplyDeleteI was driving in my car and listening to Chris Botti on a beautiful spring day when this poem appeared in my mind. Remind me about a reading. I think I can do that. :-)
Reminding you of that reading. :-)
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