Listening For Silent Melodies
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To and fro,
He struggled with burdens.
All the while listening
To a silent melody
Which sang in his heart.
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An Die Musik
O fairest art how oft in troubled hours blighted,
When I am trapped and lost on life’s wild race,
Hast thou with love on this poor heart alighted
And flown it gently to a better place.
From thy sweet heart a sigh so often drifted,
A chord of blessed harmony and bliss.
Thou show’dst me heaven’s holy light uplifted.
O fairest art I thank thee so for this.
Franz von Schober (1796 – 1882)
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Pictures taken in Cochin
Neither Use Nor Ornament 
You’re creating art here, J, with this mix of of photography, words and music. And it’s lovely.
July 30, 2011 at 6:06 pm
That’s more than generous, Glynn! My worry is that I lapse into self-indulgence..
July 30, 2011 at 7:07 pm
Yes! to what Glynn said so well … there’s so much life in what you share with us.
July 30, 2011 at 8:07 pm
One of the unexpected wonders of India is that so much of life is “in the raw”. You see life as it is, not air-brushed, prettified or bowdlerised.
The West is more careful to disguise its truths…
July 30, 2011 at 8:22 pm
We do tend to whitewash fences, don’t we?!
July 31, 2011 at 12:58 am
Here, we tend to paint them pink!
July 31, 2011 at 8:57 am
Why should you not be self indulgent? It is your space to write and record.
July 31, 2011 at 5:36 pm
Yes, but I like to pretend there’s still a smigin of self discipline left in me!
July 31, 2011 at 8:07 pm