fragile

by walterdoege

writing for stay near  you…writing for a little talk…just talk…walking on the streets in the city I live, short walk…sunny days, summertime…I sit down in a café for stay for a while, for watching the movement in the city through the windows…colorful glasses…a good place…and at a glimpse, words and phrases come to my mind, come to me…I searched for a paper to write…I have no notebook, or other device…I pick up a napkin…and I  wrote ‘I love’…at another leave of that napkin I wrote ‘I love you’…I pick up another napkin and I did a little portrait of a piece of a song I was listening…do you know, lounge sounds…but a piece of a song touched me…D. Ellington, ‘solitude’…and on that portrait I draw a pentagram and the notes and musical phrases and melody I sensed deeply…you know, a pentagram…five lines, some points to put the notes…the piece ‘you haunt me…with reveries of days gone by’…I ask for another big cup of coffe and I wrote some melodic phrases…somehow allegro ma non troppo…and I named that song ‘fragile’…after a couple of hours the sun was down at horizon…the stars were arriving in it’s sparkling joy…so, I walked a short distance and stay near the sea…I sit down and I wrote in the sand ‘I love you’…soon a sea wave carry out this writing…I entered at near the sea water and I wrote in the water ‘I love you’…and I could see near the horizon at a beatiful sundown and moon set a somewhat phrase ‘I love you too’…at night, we spent the night together