SILENCE FULL OF MUSIC
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
A film to mark the closing (for now) of My Perfect Mind, to welcome the late burgeoning spring, and to celebrate the wonder of words and the potency of silence.
|Lilac in May, NW6.
Photo by EP