violin concerto by william walton
the wind
arrives
in the tree’s
leaves
upon a raft of music
the sea leaves
the sky falls away
up and away
just is is all there is
what sweet spirit did write this
not the moment to ask asks
and no reply is no expectation’s loss
for floating with no thought
the quickened pulse slows the moment
hanging on no breath of air
No comments:
Post a Comment