how night changeswith the saxophone’s weepas notes untangle themselvesfloating in the air like dandelion seedsthen become charged with bellicose beauty as they meld with the chasing archipelagosfrom the keyboard player’s nimble fingerslike twirling ribbons arching through the airthe atmosphere charged with emotionas the saxaphone weeps. Mary
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 