MUSIC FOR THE END
I shall not go into tomorrow
( though I may dream there).
These poems poised to begin again.
Our music, the only thing to give us birth.
What the endless aeons of starlight have waited for.
At this river’s edge – the taste of tears and flowers.
I shall dream tonight the distance –
Roaring waterfalls in Yolmo,
And the pearl liquid silent waters:
Loch Craignish after rain.
Do what we may, it will never be enough.
We paint the day and start again.
The gods have cursed us with their beautiful weaknesses.
With poetry that will not stay,
With friends and with loves
And with endings.
simonhlilly 
Remarkable, friend.
Thank you, Nathan. Do you know the piece? Found it randomly on Youtube : Kit Watkins ” music for the end”
no, but spent last evening listening to Watkins work – thanks so much for sharing!
Reblogged this on Spoondeep and commented:
Melancholy brought on by beauty, of course…
Poem For The Last Days:
https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/poem-for-the-last-days/
Reblogged this on Ben Naga and commented:
“And with endings”
(Which always beget beginnings,)