Quadrille #170: Music is My Refuge
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” ― …
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” ― …
“Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.” ― Richard Wilbur, Collected Poems, 1943-2004 Hello Dear …
“I am still a learner, not a teacher, feeding somewhat omnivorously, browsing both stalk & leaves.” – Henry David Thoreau …
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.-Rumi Hello Everyone …
“I see my work behind the camera as the actualization of a poem. I like to linger on images, conveying …