Poems...

//A Flock of Birds// Reading Between the Lines// The Gift// A Mother’s Love// Level in My Breeze// My Burning Desires// We’re Going To See Graham Today// Clocks// The Meadow// Evening Stream// Beacons// Unconditional Love// Honey and Vanilla Ballet// Beads// The Photograph// Sitting on the Banks of the Wye// Spritual Princess// Drops of Heaven// Pen Y Fan// Chill// The Wardrobe// Y Mynydd Du// Life Time// To A Pilot Who Guides Me On My Path// First Journey// Floating Feather// Early Morning Caesarian// Mrs Davies// The special effects of flakes// The Welsh Lad of the Mountain// Hush Now. Just Listen.// A Welsh Mountain Kind// Blowing Down The Cwm// Destiny// Drive Your Own Screensaver// Maximus And His Friend// The Dance Of The Queens// 10th of March 2007//

Introduction to 'Hush Now. Just Listen.':

A tribute to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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Music wafting from air so thin not from sound to ear,

but of a heavenly vibration in a space to where

this beautiful experience, converts to a composition borne:

not from mind or apprehension and even more than three dimension:

complex, yet simple, intertwined, as he sings away to himself,

observing, while playing in this sand pit; all the parts in concerto,

as the sound of the sand expands each grain  of sand observed,

from where it left, and to where it is going to land,

and how it does exacting, without  the need of enquiring

perfectly placed as the next one comes so fine. Notes they are to Wolfgang.

And so light is the reverberation; the perfect essence of fragrance

of contemplation drifting toward eternity, and to stop where?

As if in a dream sense to never; as the air,

the sky, the warmth filters sweetly mingled

to his hand  that drops to the sand and through his little fingers

it sifts; then to lift wet on dry , the texture sensed to a violin

in slow motion, adrift on its own accord, just to the sound of the bow

sliding as the sand itself falling weightless onto the page.

as these waves connect to beyond cognition transferring in a balance

of left and right; not of corpus callosum, but raised to the power

of a direct perception; to a brilliance that radiates and slices

through the perimeters, of the thought itself, to a trance, in meditation,

even, that is Mozart; that is Wolfgang; Amadeus.

And his life does portray the stillness required to a humble wellbeing

as all he ever wants to be, is with his music; with his grains of sand:

and worth more than his mortal life; as he knows what he has received

is priceless: passing time itself. And this transcendence in his child;

through to adulthood just as he recites a piece, as classical as his sandpit.

To carry those grains forever…without effort

Or struggle

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart…

As to his very presence I can hear him silently say

Now I am delivered,

hush now.Just listen.