Unsteady
It's in the little things
the hours that make
you unsteady

~endowed
to the stamp of a leaf -
these tear soaked letters,
that would seem to somersault
towards the far north

~afloat
to a subtle glow under
the crippling dark
of a passing
cloud

that's when my heart
would gulp into
the memory
of us

It's in the way you'd look
back at me 
~
like there's no
goodbyes
to our
love.

@Dblankportrait

Unsteady

Piano Atmo

Nectar Hunt

February '22

from act 2, transition music, originally played by eight french horns in canon, here's an oversimplified, minimalistic excerpt from this beautiful interlude.

(I played this without transposing it down into the original horn in F key)

very much recommended... have a few glasses of wine, champagne and whatever and enjoy
https://youtu.be/nDqEF6b4lv8?t=10765

R. Wagner - Götterdämmerung / Twilight of the Gods (Auszug/Excerpt)

To a Mouse

On Turning her up in her Nest, with the Plough, November 1785.

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
          Wi’ bickerin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee
          Wi’ murd’ring pattle!

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
          Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
          An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
          ’S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
          An’ never miss ’t!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
          O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
          Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
          Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
          Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
          But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
          An’ cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
          Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
          For promis’d joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
          On prospects drear!
An’ forward tho’ I canna see,
          I guess an’ fear!

By Robert Burns

Recital by Seán Mór

To a Mouse by Rabbie Burns

Don't Let Go

Ever seen the shadows?
That can take all you know;
steal your soul.
I'm livin in a mad world
that can make you feel low.
Don't let go!

The reason for the breeze
that I feel upon my face.
The ever-changing clouds
as I steal her warm embrace.
And as we chase the sun
until this summer day is done.
The smell of sweetest scent
meant that we were truly one.

It was there we sat and talked
and we did so, for a while.
Her beautiful brown eyes,
emboldened by her soulful smile.
Her bare feet touched the ground,
near to the place we ran along.
She stole my beating heart
so I gave her heart a song.

Ever seen the shadows?
That can take all you know;
steal your soul.
I'm livin in a mad world
that can make you feel low.
Don't let go.
Livin in a mad world!

Don't Let Go (Rough Copy)

Le Rêve

a song that's been on repeat this thanksgiving season! remembering that God is always good and has always been. He is worthy of all praise.

Mosaic MSC - This Is How I Thank The Lord Cover

Mo Chuisle,
You are
A pulse
In the veins of existence
The reason that
The flow of life
Keeps oscillating

Mo Chuisle,
You are
A smile born
And
Adored
Straight from the realms
Of the sun
A beam of light
A current that giggles
It’s way
Through us

Mo Chuisle,
You are
The only purpose for
Love to bloom
In the cracks of
This broken hearted world
More than tactical
Behind and beyond
The dimensions of practical

Mo Chuisle,
There is no reason
To face the music
When we are
Born to dance to it
The song a gift
The dance
A thank you
For a life
Well lived

Mo Chuisle,
You are
A twinkle in eternity
Born impeccably chiseled
From the epitaph of creation
-
Always loved
-
Always Worthy
-
Mo Chuisle,
Look up
You are a child
Made of pure love
And that
Mo Chuisle
Is more than
Enough

©

Mo Chuisle

Celtic Pearl

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