A musician's inspiration
A wind in the leaves, gentle touch to my cheek
A note, lifted up from a damp mossy bed
Flows through my heart like a warm summer breeze
Lingers there
Passes on through the air
Through the water, ever flowing, ever singing
of sadness, of longing, of love.
The trees around me gently catching the sound
Answering then in the clear morning air
First here and then there a soft note falling down
Dampness on my face
A loving embrace
Soft, like spring rain, like dew catching light
Waving the theme of the Sonata.
The merry stream picking up on the tune, starting the second movement
A glad lively music, a dance in itself
Soon rising up with excitement and joy, the notes falling over
Tumbling
Stumbling
Caught again, barely controlled by the first gentle note
A pause and then the crescendo.
I receive the music like dry ground the rain
The beauty, the sadness, the joy and the fall
My hands raising up on their own accord
Waiting their part
Waiting to start
Then dancing along the strings of my harp
My fae, your faer, a part of the same endless music.
