so frosty week

by walterdoege

july…winter…and today, saturday, today is a shinny and warm day…the heaven is blue…no clouds at horizon…my warm blanket is some writings and readings…some sounds and songs…yesterday, by night…such an open night!…I sit down in front of my acoustic piano and I played randomly some few keyboards…for some minutes…after a while I was hearing the sounds of the city, the sounds of the night…peoples in the street…the neighbors sounds…sounds of houses and home…that sweet home I listened in an instant…at a glance…from the old piano…my hands were playing a sweet lullaby…the endless lullaby of each effort to make art…and for a while…in a sweet ritornato…for a countless time…less than an hour…my hands touching the keyboard…touching reveries…touching the out of time and place of love…one love…so lovely lullaby…at the final note…an endless sounding sent to all skies, worlds and peoples…beloved ones!,…at some improvision time…a sensing of ecce hommo…so human…so body…so soul…so spirit…that improvision I’ve named ‘one love’…and all lulabies are lovely too…sending this one love…in the sounds of the musical notes…the last note was a sweet and steady and endless music to you…the ever lullaby of art