Girls in White

Rage

I see happy smiles
I hear laughs
I feel a breeze
that dances past me

But then

I see the anger
I hear the screams
I feel the tension and worry
that washes over me

But only through you

So let me in
and together we
will use our senses
to fight the rage

Listening is Living

A singer of music
A bold dancer

Harmonic sounds
abandoning harmonic reputation
the music is fire
with a beat
masterpieces; soft,
luminous, noble,
with tragic optomism
a new spirit
a new art
influencing,
imagining with greater emotion
listening is living

One of my favorites by Monet---Rocks at Etretat