Feb 2021
The sound of a bell
as it leaves the bell
A drop of water
still clinging to the tap
The cry of a hawk
before it echoes through trees
A composer's wet ink
an eighth note in motion
My sigh in the morning
just before it heaves from my chest
as it leaves the bell
A drop of water
still clinging to the tap
The cry of a hawk
before it echoes through trees
A composer's wet ink
an eighth note in motion
My sigh in the morning
just before it heaves from my chest
* Beth Levin is a world-renowned classical pianist and has many recordings to her credit. At the same time, she writes poetry as a hobbyist with great depth, sensitivity and eloquence. I am honoured to receive this and happy to share it with my fellow-writers
