dangle from red branches
with crystal drops-
nature’s display of jewels
pales next to you
cold metal rises
from rough barren ground
stark on the field
yet it loops to form a heart,
links our lives to something warm
scents and textures
clamor for attention
on a busy street
seize my heart
Music is the divine way to tell
beautiful poetic things to the heart. – Pablo Casals
The onion loves the onion.
It hugs its many layers,
saying, O, O, O,
each vowel smaller
than the last.
Some say it has no heart.
It doesn’t need one.
It surrounds itself,
feels whole. Primordial.
First among vegetables.
If Eve had bitten it
instead of the apple,
From: Sex Lives of Vegetables.
(cello portrait by: Christa-S-Nelson)
To be a musician is a curse. To not be one is even worse. –Jazz trumpeter Jack Daney
“The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people goin’ by
I see friends shaking hands saying, “How do you do”
They’re really saying “I love you.”
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know;
And I think to myself, What a wonderful world;
Yes, I think to myself, What a wonderful world.