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Changed my laptop blip. Didn't like it at all. Apologies to Audrey, who left me a comment.

Have been rather groggy today and far from myself. The day started well with "An Inconvenient Truth." But that's almost about it. Lack of sleep, heavy head, cold, etc, etc. But managed to go outdoors for a blip in the evening. There too, not a good photographic outing, but anything was better than the laptop macro shot.

Hadn't put up any poem for a while, so here goes. I have written on music often, and this is one of those poems that wrote itself....

On Brahms

It's the notes of a piano,
That swim over the waterfall's skirt
Like little boats that shall not sink
It is a lullaby that echoes its sadness
Into the rush of mid-day
It is the waltzing of the butterfly
That glows in the yellow of the sun
It is harmony, that covers the
Crests of melody like caps of snow
The warm flow of a viola?s bow
Is like a young girl, who skips
Across rained over meadows
To pluck a little flower from the tree,
Even puddles of water create music
When Brahms splashes over them
With his notes like little pebbles of gold.