waiting to be played again,
the room illuminated
- for one precious moment -
by golden morning light
13 June 2011
Time is still a-flying
the golden light gone
"What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth has present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come and kiss me sweet and twenty;
Youth's a stuff will not endure."
Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
May your life be filled with love and music!
-> Canon in D, from "London Symphony Orchestra Plays Great Classics"
-> "Gatter ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying" - poem by Robert Herrick
Images and own text © by Merisi
Repost - First published 13 June 2011