L ake 2 lovers

             Listening to loveless words -

             Watch  wonderingly the  beauty

             Of clouds and trees reflected in th e pool -

             Suddenly from nowhere

             A little black dog  plunges

                          mischievously  in


           Disturbs does not destroy

           My magic mirrored  dream .

Dream ---- --- -

      Last night  Madelaine

     When  the great seas

    Of our imagined desires swell within us

   You arose

 A majestic  Venus into my dream  .




 And was that presence

 Any the less real

 Than when  I,met you

By the wharf-side long ago -

When the Autumn sun shone

 In your hair - silver and gold

And love passed by  - .

This is a viola de gamba that I started making many years ago . Its a small version of the Esterhazy baryton . The whole uniqueness of the instrument is in strings that run behind the finger board which can be plucked with the thumb from behind .Esterhazy was the patron of Joseph Haydn , when I have finished adjusting the instrument ,I will play a little something for the blog

A bar iin Andalusia

             In the evening of his life

         Leaning against the bar 

         Drinking his beer
         
         Greedily smoking a cigaret

         The ageless spirit of the

         Old bullfighter

         Looks around furtively - longingly

         At the beautiful flamenco  dancers -






       The still elegant macho  - accepting

       But perplexed by his bodys decline

      His old passion still burning -

      But the proud fiery  dancers  now catch his eye

       And return his gaze

     In a different way than before .

L a k e

          M a r c h   w i n d s   o v e r  t h e  l a k e  -


                  a w a k e n  t h e  s e n s e s ,


          h e a r t  b u d s  o p e n -


                   l o v e  f o r  a  w o m an .




          A   d a r k  co r m o r a n t  f l i e s  b y 


                     a g ai n s t   a  g r e e n    h i l l ,


        h e r  t h o u g h t s  - m y s o r r o w - 


                       I  h a v e   h u r t  t h e  o n e  I  l o v e  -





           B u z z a r d s  c r y 

            l o o k  u p  a n d  s e e  j u s t  o n e  -


                     t h e n  a  p a i r -  w h e e l i n g  h i g h


             i n  t he  i n f i n i t y  a b o v e  t h e  t r e e s -


                       b y  t h e  r u s h i n g  s t r e a m .


             c e l a n d i n e s    p r a i s e  t h e   s u n  .

late night thoughts -. There are two birds- two sweet friends . who dwell on the self - same tree .The one eats the fruit thereof . and the other looks on in silence . ( The Upanishads )

        The self rattles frustratedly the cage that it has created - but secretively it only wants to make a more pleasant and a more beautiful  prison of ideas and concepts  - this is not easy to accept but what the hell , it saves one a lot of wasted energy and frustration !If one can realize this -

             In fact the self , the entity can only really do one thing -  to realize that it can do nothing

          and be  Q U I E T  .