Spring

Afire

Listening through dense music
Devouring words in all forms
Creating another path
Moving with the companions

a few

As the sun sets on the first Monday after the clocks have sprung forward,

_The late afternoon sun triggers let-down, a sure sign of Spring.
_"Critics without credentials" - a quote that muffles the noise.
_As some pieces undergo further development, don't freak out.
_I will embrace the parts that comprise the whole.

Morning

Wonder what you reach out for?
And what you sit and wait for?

Slats

I love the room with moonlight stripes.

Makerial and Space

Buzz

Who needs sleep.
So much to do. And get done.

Sampling

Lyra

sampled aka interrupted

...another comes to mind

Some texts linger from many years ago.  This is another that was learned through song:

Come with me, under my coat,
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
or wine if it be thy will.
And we will talk,
until talk is a trouble, too,
out on the side of the hill;
And nothing is left to do,
but an eye to look into an eye,
and a hand in a hand to slip;

and a sigh to answer a sigh;
And a lip to find out a lip!
What if the night be black!
And the air
on the mountain chill!
Where all but the fern is still!
Stay with me, under my coat!
and we will drink our fill
of the milk of the white goat,
out on the side of the hill!

James Stephens (1882-1950) - "The Coolin" from "Reincarnations" (1918), possibly based on an early Irish text.

And the next one recently left a deep impression.  No tune, but a conversation is associated with it.  Interesting how a set of words is so strongly colored by context.

We live in the right time even if it doesn't always feel like it.

Andrew Solomon, 2013