A hymn for the eyes

There are those moments and encounters with the world, when the visual world turns into music, a hymn, a sonata in G minor, an epic choral with bells and fanfares… or just a self-forgotten hummed love song.

And sometimes it feels like there is a process of synesthesia between such a tune and the impressionistic work of Monet, Pissarro, Renoir, Cézanne…

I truly love to sit or stand still in those moments and dive deeply into such scenes. Do you?

There’s a light…

And now for something completely different… a Me(a)taphor.
In memoriam Janet, Brad, Frank N. Furter, Riff Raff, Magenta and many more.

In the velvet darkness

Of the blackest night

Burning bright,
there’s a guiding star

No matter what, or who you are

There’s a light
(Over at the Frankenstein Place)
There’s a light
(Burning in the fireplace)
There’s a light, light

In the darkness of everybody’s life

The darkness must go
Down the river of night’s dreaming
Flow morpheus slow
Let the sun and light come streaming
Into my life, into my life

There’s a light
(Over at the Frankenstein Place)
There’s a light
(Burning in the fireplace)
There’s a light, light
In the darkness of everybody’s life

The Rocky Horror picture show.
Music/Lyrics by Richard Hartley & Richard O’Brien

When your step is the loudest sound

When your step is the loudest sound in your world, then you must be someplace like Donsö, along the stony coast. Climbing over endless variations of beautifully shaped rocks, the tender wind caressing the face, engulfed by the salty smell of the sea… and immersed in silence. So healing to the busy soul…

And there is endless flow: in the water, the clouds, the rock… just go with the flow and become endless.