Listen, my child, to the silence
The undulating silence
where valleys and echoes slip,
bending foreheads
to the ground.
Listen.
~ Frederico Garcia Lorca
I catch
the maple leaf then let
it go
the maple leaf then let
it go
Listen, my child, to the silence
The undulating silence
where valleys and echoes slip,
bending foreheads
to the ground.
Listen.