6 Jan

My Own Avalon

A thought dances through mind
looking out at the sleeping landscape
dressed in the cold white and grey
sung to silence; embraced by the winter queen
with branches covered with frosty crystals
being kissed by the distant bright light
while a crowned deer lifts his head by the forest edge
before it slowly disappears into the white music;

Did Grieg hold his breath first time his fingers touched
the piano and music floated through the air,
like teenagers with a shivering heart holds their breath
waiting for their very first kiss?
Magical moments; the reason why we forget to breathe

© Sirenia 2012

Photo © Stelios Mpatz

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