Curtain (White)
By Jess Goldson
Sounds clatter,
Drowning out the waves that wash over me.
Crowded landscapes lose meaning,
Undefined by the elements.
The impossibility of centring myself
while the notes oscillate
away from me.
Sounds clatter,
Drowning out the waves that wash over me.
Crowded landscapes lose meaning,
Undefined by the elements.
The impossibility of centring myself
while the notes oscillate
away from me.
