After two nights of concerts,
I feel filled with music.
Like someone opened the top of me, and poured the sound in.
last night's concert
After two nights of listening,
beside a man who lives, breathes and loves music…
After two days of laughter…
After two days and nights of
adventure, love, and togetherness
(with my three True Loves—man, girl and boy—
and my very own mum too)…
|my husband pretending to be a dancing bird at the Australian Museum today… :)|
|my girl drawing (of course!) birds of paradise at the Australian Museum…|
|my boy reading about some serious carnivores…|
|my boy getting lunch at my favourite soup kitchen in Sydney (Betty's)…|
|my girl, just after she skipped up to me…|
…I can't stop
And with music pressing at me from the inside out,
words are rising up too, wind whipped and whirling under my skin;
push at me with their little fingers.
Write me, write me, write me
And I want to.
And I want to ride my bike and careen the biggest hills with no brakes.
Listen to music. Make music.
Sing all day.
Skip and spin.
And grab at every minute of the time I have and the time that's coming and say,
And I wish I could share with you
ALL the music I have been moved by…!