Play the violin again edit 2. leanne,serge.edit 1 milo,svan,rc,billy, serge et al

[Brownlie]

I think your poem begins here:

Your tender notes will soothe the strings;
we rise, on softly wafting wings,
in air so thin, bells scarcely ring,
and there I hear the sky. -- I don't understand your ending but I like it for some reason.
There's the two cents of a crazy man.

Original:

Play the violin again;
let hands that flit so lightly
slip a sigh.
Fold forward into flesch
and scoop the ecstasy;
sweep low to bow
to music’s tempting ways.
Your tender notes will soothe the strings,
I rise on softly wafting wings
in air so thin, bells scarcely ring,
but there I hear the sky.

Tectak
1992