No-thing
It’s not in its melodyit’s neither from violin nor timpanineither from the woodwind weepingnor in the cello’s sobbing,but in the merciful silence,that tantalizing temptationof nothing , right between the last […]
It’s not in its melodyit’s neither from violin nor timpanineither from the woodwind weepingnor in the cello’s sobbing,but in the merciful silence,that tantalizing temptationof nothing , right between the last […]
A sijo for dVerse written at my Thursday Concert visit, listening to Beethoven and Nielsen. tuning instruments, preparing for maestro’s entrance then flowing symphony, strings in harmony with woodwind I’m […]
practising for a whole life
dancing with my muse
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.