Cha Sen's poem and photo are beautiful and remind me of the rewards of going in to our deepest parts to learn what might be silently and achingly playing.Blogspeak
It seems to have touched you deeply.
Synaesthesia -- the look and sound of a violin in these words, this light, curvature, and texture.
The lovely Frau Mutter takes me far from my haunts in the James Alley,New Orleans.
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