…as day fades, a pleasant night beckons…

…and we acknowledge the contribution of that turbulent spirit…

 

 


…a sunday evening, some reflections on golden days…

…time moves in one direction − as Omar Khayyam once reminded us, ‘…the moving finger writes…’. Fortunately, the music reassures and refreshes…


with today’s first sip of coffee…

Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast,
To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.
I’ve read, that things inanimate have mov’d,
And, as with living Souls, have been inform’d,
By Magick Numbers and persuasive Sound…

Nina

Martha

Eva

…ars longa, vita brevis…