In moments of delight
When objects glisten,
Sounds echo thoughts.
How do I not foresee?
How can it be so different?
If I indeed
Saw all of it,
I’d see it all.
Music, Poetry, Music History
In moments of delight
When objects glisten,
Sounds echo thoughts.
How do I not foresee?
How can it be so different?
If I indeed
Saw all of it,
I’d see it all.