out of memory and time.

there is a hard place to describe

there is pushed into the depth of my heart into the far corner of my memory  

but as the first notes falling gingerly upon my ear

the gateway swings open

and  instantly I am transported

there

a memory caught within time's net

never to be set free

never to be forgotten

always to be cherished and twice poured o'er

out of the music

out of memory and time

I am there. 

Hope fades Into the world of night Through shadows falling Out of memory and time Don't say: We have come now to the end White shores are calling You and I will meet again And you'll be here in my arms Just sleeping And all will turn To silver glass A light on the water Grey ships pass Into the West

I had not been aware how deeply it would move me. it was the first night I had ever heard that trill of beauty. and my heartstrings quivered as it imprinted itself upon my mind, filling the depths of my soul with honey-sweet warmth, sewing the summer evening into my skin...into my memory. suppose, it was not so much the words or the melody but the nostalgia knitted into each crescendo and gentle dwindling of notes - all the summer memories of catching shooting stars with our eyes, drinking intoxicating laughter, singing around the piano forte, and loving the rejuvenating sensation of being fully alive. the memory of my eyes splitting at the westward horizon and being there.
summer can't come soon enough.

what song throws you into the depths of nostalgia?

  je te'aime

The Girl in the Garden 

postscript :: 'tis good to return to my garden. 

p.s.s. I built a spanish cottage where tea and biscuits are waiting. ;)