to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence
When our two souls stand up erect and strong / Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher / Until the lengthening wings break into fire / At either curvèd point,—what bitter wrong / Can the earth do to us, that we should not long / Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher / The angels would press on us and aspire / To drop some golden orb of perfect song / Into our deep, dear silence. (Avishai Cohen, poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
posted: Mai 17, 2017
under: black & white, jazz, pictures
tags: 35mm, Avishai Cohen, b & w, folks, img, jazz, M9, night
lovely, my dear friend… of you to drop so many perfect songs, into our silence
beautiful poem , music and image :)
Einstimmung, der Moment vorm Beginnen, das, was noch nicht zu hören ist, aber im nachfolgenden Spiel immer anwesend bleibt.
Und für uns gilt:
Innehalten und Fliegen,
auch wenn wir stürzen.
Ein Ausnahme-Bläser in einer Ausnahme-Formation.
Gruß Uwe
Avishai listening and thinking, you captured him so well, Florian. How can we resist to the temptation to join this flow? These moments let me happy, bro. And I would like to live more and more!
I really love these low key portraits, the darkness that looks isolating but somehow connects us with whoever is in the frame. Love these musical portraits Florian