I have hung my lute on the wall
And tied it with a green ribbon
I don’t sing my songs any more;
my heart is so full that I can’t find the words.
Once my longing and loneliness poured out in song
But now my joy is so great that no sound can contain it.
Now rest here, my lute
And when the wind stirs your strings
I wonder, Is it the final echo of my songs
Or the prelude of more songs to come?
A paraphrase of a beautiful song from Schubert’s Die Schone Mullerin. And a rather appropriate description of why there have been so few posts over the last month or so…
Words that sing 
Can’t wait to hear what compositions you create next. 🙂
Good on ya, Lirone! 🙂
Aghhh…. can I, with all the good intentions in the world, send a touch of angst your way:)? I know what you are saying, but I myself, at such times, so bemoan the lack of creativity brought on by too much contentment… Best wishes
Where did you go, lirone? Are you coming back?
p.s. I have lost my “links” on my blog. I’m going to copy and paste some of yours, if you don’t mind, as we seem to have similar tastes and overlapping interests.
oh, it’s a prelude of more songs to come.
Still here… and still too happily in love to feel the need to write quite so many poems 🙂
Good to see all is well, Lirone. I hope you will return to the poem making soon. Cheers.
Nice thoughts expressed in this poem 🙂