Jun 2018
Tender starlight upon stream and fountain
strains of the flute drift in the cold night-air
love and longing waits for no season
under the willow-tree I weep, not knowing you are where
strains of the flute drift in the cold night-air
love and longing waits for no season
under the willow-tree I weep, not knowing you are where
my friend will perform Debussy on flute--this is dedicated to her
