In an attic at Night
I sit contemplate and listen
Sit on a windowsill
below the starry Night
Contemplate time
moments passed, beauty of past
Listen to my Heart
hear the soft pi-a-no
through Present Future and Past
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC
In an attic at Night
I sit contemplate and listen
Sit on a windowsill
below the starry Night
Contemplate time
moments passed, beauty of past
Listen to my Heart
hear the soft pi-a-no
through Present Future and Past
In sadness, one often loses oneself in oneself. Our World twists and separates us from others in tragic self-absorption. Sometimes, though, one finds in sadness pure lucidity and cold feeling. The Starry Night is a symbol of this utmost clarity.