Nachtmusik
the tiny stars shiver
among the dark curtains
of night, blue lights flickering
in silent overture for
the listening mind
across the broad scrim of
deep sky the moon rolls
yet again in its comfortable rotation,
a graceful dance, tracing
staves for a canon of light
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posted by MB at 8:23 AM
21 Comments:
Oh, mb, i just love the word 'scrim' and wish i could have heard an overture last night instead of this whining puppy :o)
wow! great show!
Night Music. Just a graceful symphony of words.
Between words and picture, a graceful dance. Well done, MB. That gorgeous blue!
exquisite photo! and stunningly beautiful words. ah! thank you so much!
I love coming to your theater!
great stuff
especially that final phrase
I stayed awake for hours watching the clouds and the moon...
your words have captured and shared again with us that music of the night
Mozart would be proud!!! Absolutely beautiful!!
That magic hour. The color of the sky, and the music that you hear. I think of the line from Kate Wolf's These Times We're Living In,
My footsteps tracing out a tune, my heart sings silently.
the poet's vision of the heavens brings us music, dance and flickering light. beautiful poem, mb! and, the fra angelico blue of this sky compels me to stare and then study this image.
nice!! and unbelievable pics too!!
does this have anything to do with a certain cellist playing beethoven? mmmmmmmm. don't know what's more delicious.
You're right, the sky never ceases to amaze and inspire. Capturing that experience, on the other hand, isn't so easy. This one does, very nicely.
Beautiful images--
I love the "canon of light"...
That is a beautiful picture. And I love your words following it.
scrim is a great word! do you take your own photos?
Charlie, a whining puppy is cacophonic music of its own sort, I suppose. Think of it as avant garde jazz?
Polona, thanks.
Mermaid, a symphony of light.
Pauline, yes I love that blue.
Snowsparkle, thank you.
Corey, and I love having you here!
Floots, much appreciated.
Endment, your recent moon post was stunning.
Pat, thanks so much.
Robin Andrea, Kate sang her own kind of music, her own kind of beauty.
Sky, who better to understand the sky's blue than it's namesake?
rdl, I'm glad you enjoyed them!
Ruth, the poem was written the day before the concert, but I certainly enjoyed the night music of the cello. Thanks!
Leslee, and it's never the same!
Firebird, I love seeing and hearing the canon of light.
Gautami, thank you.
Pod, the photos here are taken by me, unless otherwise credited. So most of them are mine, yes.
I am most impressed by the way the small space the photo takes up on the surface of your blog seems to unfold, like magic origami, into something as vast and spacious as the entire sky, pulling me along with it.
You do have a gift for the energized, open space...
And am also loving the contrast (for me) of the close-up, intimate voice of the poem and the rippling open carpet of twilight sky.
in silent overture for
the listening mind
absolutely beautiful words :o)
Lori and Trinitystar, I somehow missed your comments earlier. Perhaps you'll see this reply...
Lori, thank you for such kind words. What a wonderful description — "magic origami" — and it is true that finding the right photos for this blog setting, finding what will look good both small and large, look large when it's small, is a trick!
Trinitystar, you picked up on a phrase that I wasn't entirely sure would work for others but was key for me. Thank you.
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