The Idiot

Like the very gods in my sight is he who
sits where he can look in your eyes, who listens
close to you, to hear the soft voice, its sweetness
murmur in love and

laughter, all for him. But it breaks my spirit;
underneath my breast all the heart is shaken.
Let me only glance where you are, the voice dies,
I can say nothing,

but my lips are stricken to silence, underneath
my skin the tenuous flame suffuses;
nothing shows in front of my eyes, my ears are
muted in thunder.

And the sweat breaks running upon me, fever
shakes my body, paler I turn than grass is;
I can feel that I have been changed, I feel that
death has come near me. - Sappho

A Drop in the Bucket

A Drop in the Bucket (A Song on Deaf Ears)

Practice while thinking about a friend who is suffering badly because of a mental illness which will end up taking many of our lives and leaves the other 70 percent homeless.

Practice while thinking about a friend who is suffering.

This is a page of musical experimentation for inspiration.

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