One day Jean Sibelius penned a bar in his Eighth Symphony
his mind wandered over the great “Forests of Karelia”
leaving a note without a stem
[there was no double bar-line at the end - nor a single]
to his publisher, he did not send (not a note, nor a measure)
a blustery squall descended, upon his white mist-enshrouded lake,
[that long-ago day in 1929 or perhaps ‘30]
it startled his beloved “Swan” to fly away –
I guess to the tomblike bleakness of “Tuonela”
And then there was…
silence to the end…
[all those years, after such musical passion]
There was: …silence to the end.
Regis
Hell, my (almost) new computer crapped out last Saturday. Almost lost 200 pages of editing on my latest novel. Cost me $150 to get the disk detectives to retrieve it.
Ron
Be always safe,
Karen
wonderful write Michael...of time and importance...and signiture...
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.