for a friend who brings back sweet memories

for Paul who introduced me to music, nightlife and my youth

Music

Music, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory –

Odours, when sweet violets sicken,

Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,

Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 -1822)

taken from Love Poems, Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets

my favourite card at the moment – i go through phases and use different ones, but there is something melancholic, but beautiful about this peony.

a thought for John

for John, may you rest in peace

Music

Music, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory –

Odours, when sweet violets sicken,

Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,

Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 -1822)

taken from Love Poems, Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets

my favourite card at the moment – i go through phases and use different ones, but there is something melancholic, but beautiful about this peony.