Forgotten photographs

This is a picture of my OLD landlords wife, it and a beautiful wedding photo were left in my apartment. Been listening to alot of Olafur Arnalds and while sad, its just been bringing peace lately. Just been relaxed by its quiet tones. I wrote a poem in the style of E.E Cumming (oh how i love my dear E.E Cummings) and I wanted to share it.

Songs of Tomorrow (look carefully again;lest you miss its trembling voice)

[There are days (When the songs of tomorrow are to much to bear and yet hold the hope that we've been longing for all of our lives. ) The (Silent;) beautiful echoes silence our tired hearts and bring us the (all the) peace we've sought for so long. We wait, and we wonder, like keys being pushed down on a piano, we wait, we wait for their silent (metronomic) accord to bring us the moonlight ,(holding) the dark night. ( notes, like the the breathe coming in and out of our lungs) Inhale. Exhale. Wait for (The pain of) this moment, the sorrow of (this moment) to define the deepest (echoes) of our darkness, and illuminate (in the brightest moments of our joys) the brightest parts of our night. There are days when I wonder when (Where and how) it will all work out. And sometimes it simply just won't. (I asked) the other day, my mouth spoke "Is there a way we can be made from moonlight?", and (you lovingly responded) yours replied, that "Of (not) Darkness? No." (of darkness), but my heart re-buttled, "moonlight is not darkness. Moonlight is the light (Hope;) that keeps our hearts pounding, as our feet slam against the Earth dealing with ( as our hearts seek to deal with their elation, their sorrow), their hope, their pain. Its the moments that drive us to the top of Eagle Rock on a full moon night with snowshoes (in) our feet, And cause our lungs to ache with (the) cold wind that we inhale, And the light to bring to our eyes the joy we share in the wildness; in the (depth of that moment). (Listen) with me, listen again if you will (to the songs of tomorrow). Be reminded of (The moments) that (your heart stopped) (rain), like pain streamed down your face and (marked a path). Pain like an eroding water (defined your soul), made you whole. (Look) With me, look again at, (in the mirror of) His (truth), (love), peace and joy. Let this be (the songs of tomorrow) hope. Look carefully again, listen carefully again; lest you miss its trembling voice. ]
-Copyright Adrienne Goetz.