4 December 2012
Drifting sax melody, catches me, in a tunnel, in a tube way, London station, causing me to pause, to stop dead, in my tracks, to give, concentration, to this, angelic, music, sweet music, like love, here, in this station, with all the, late workers, rushing, for trains, to get home, oblivious, to this revelation, of God's own music, sweet music, in my ears, in my heart, in my soul, a start, of something so, wonderful, so rare, that, all I can do, is stand still, and stare, into a space, filled, with elation, emotion, sudden realisation, of my place, in this world, in this world with you, and all of us, here, deep within, creation, creating music,
Sweet Music
Sweet Music • Opuss № I