In this, the season of light,
In these, the darkest of days,
I listen to Leonard,
and my muses familiar,
who whisper
come and sit by your easel,
the stillness
just there…
slowly
and together
we will remember
how to listen.
In this, the season of light,
In these, the darkest of days,
I listen to Leonard,
and my muses familiar,
who whisper
come and sit by your easel,
the stillness
just there…
slowly
and together
we will remember
how to listen.