Numbing fingers
Icey wind
Soft caressing
Clinking keys

Blinding sun
Illuminating light
Glows inside and out
Blades of grass
Buttercups
Feilds hedged
Forests

Silence
Noise
Music
Pulsing strings
Rising with
The words
Weaving those poems
Those stories itself

Blank screen
Again and again
Black shaped
Dark sguiggles
Sketches for a great cathedral
Will they make sense?
We, no I
I, no we
Wondering all the same

Wind
Sun
Music

Conducters of a one girl orchestra