Close your eyes and open your hands: See through aperture & nocturne, invented sands- With the glistening shorelines of imagined lands, This, my ten minuet creation, foregone of all plans... Is perfect in itself, alone(ly) it stands so Clear in my minds eye, contrived through my hands ...is this a contemporary tapestry? with threads sewn into strands?
Or is it a song- melodic and pure
verse chorus refrain- all sung strong and sure
with my keys and strings and drums and things; Ill