There is Music

Poised and waiting the walls creakSqueezed by the cold The silence thickensWith anticipation.Cutting the voidPierces a hollow faltering sound,A fragile lineWhich grows like a flame,Wicking its way to the barrelled heights,Filling the spaceHarmonic and melodious.Where once there were manyJust two fill the quire.Something stirs.Are the walls awakened once again?Where are the ghosts?There is no whereContinue reading “There is Music”

Running in the Slow Lane

Running with the pace of life is fast Journeys taken without concern or care Words used and carelessly abandoned Targets and deadlines replaced there. Among the burgeoning piles of file-paper The overflowing nature of our lives Where mindfulness becomes one extra chore And our mental well-being’s in demise. Did it really take a global situationContinue reading “Running in the Slow Lane”