The restful summer breeze since the 5th of June, maybe a little bit too early I see. but can you feel the 21th day making her appearance slowly and so free? …
Well, my body keeps herself busy,
busy with the changing of the seasons, discoverings about the willow trees and her many shelters: in the peaceful sun. And I know the summer has finally begun..
Suddenly when I hear the melody play with the movement of my fingertops; it’s the rushing of the roaming humanity that temporarily stops. .. And can you tell me now after all; Am I to keep away from this willow?
Because I think my trustful flow, Inside; brought me a special place here..
Can you tell me, Are they the fingers when they lightly touch the gilded wooden snares? Are they the sweet sounds of June wherefore my heart lingers?