His back is hunched with the music of the ages,
His fingers dance, like spiders over a web,
Weaving the notes into a melody so gossamer-fine,
That it falls from the stage and over us all
~
Another atrocious effort in terms of every-day-blogging.
Over the last few days, I've been grateful for a very, very impressive piano recital, as pictured, some very deep conversations about the past and the future, mushrooms, a nostalgic playlist, understanding math and chemistry, and just, people. People that I appreciate and enjoy being around. Right now there aren't many, but grass people? I love you dearly.
Goodnight, all. The due-on-Monday Chemistry calls to me.
Lise xx
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