There was a window,” I say. I don’t quite know how to tell him what...– Shane Bauer
Toward evening, as the light failed and the pear tree at my window darkened, I...– Peter Everwine, “Rain” (via litverve)
Concerto per Flautino, RV 443 - II. Largo, Antonio...
You say love is this, love is that: Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind...– “Memory of April,” William Carlos Williams
Ah, my last post needs some context. I took piano lessons for about… ten years, I think. In the beginning, they were at a local piano dealer, and there was often a piano tuner working somewhere in the shop. The sound was just a part of the background at the time, but it seems like something special now; a distillation of order out of nothingness. An orchestra tuning has that special...