Waves, a kind of trembling anticipation emanated from flowing, almost urgent floating moods within this song. Various voices sounding as different velocities of wind behind an incoming storm, formed my minds picture. Incongruity. Urgent, expectant, yet with swelling movement and momentum, it felt as though the storm stopped short of the shore. Intentionally so. Would this be your muse, or your wish?
There’s a vexing complexity that comes from this seemingly concise and relatively straightforward piece. It’s like a mystery novel that requires more study and seems to be a work still being written, without a conclusion yet undetermined
Looking forward to more of your stories, Kathryn. So appreciate your willingness to be vulnerable with your followers. Not an easy thing to do.
Thank you, Susan! ☺️🙏🏻
Nice!
Hauntingly beautiful as well.
Thank you! ☺️🙏🏻
Waves, a kind of trembling anticipation emanated from flowing, almost urgent floating moods within this song. Various voices sounding as different velocities of wind behind an incoming storm, formed my minds picture. Incongruity. Urgent, expectant, yet with swelling movement and momentum, it felt as though the storm stopped short of the shore. Intentionally so. Would this be your muse, or your wish?
I think it is both at times - and also observations of others in my life (without getting too specific). ☺️
There’s a vexing complexity that comes from this seemingly concise and relatively straightforward piece. It’s like a mystery novel that requires more study and seems to be a work still being written, without a conclusion yet undetermined
Absolutely! My thoughts exactly. ☺️ An ever-evolving song.