Sounds repeated
empty of meaning...

I thought I was there for them
I so much wanted to be there for them...

Holding the space for my thoughts to take form,
Listening to my soul’s voice deep within...

Life is a long game.
My life is my long game...

Out beyond princes and principalities
Lies a plane...

A piano made as pianos were back then,
Her body graceful Edwardian elegance...

Cicadas thrum,
their golden net a hammock for memories of summer...

Scale by scale I feel my armour dropping away.
and places opening in me...

The mystery of words
Is their meaning...