What is a Room?What is a room?What is a Room?
"What is a room?" For Vincent Van Gogh, his own, all the world saw it.
Paintings of flowers, somehow part of it
Though what of starry nights to him?
Genius or madman, or a mixture of two
Perhaps Vincent "this world was never meant for one so beautiful as you."
The March of TimeThe march of timeThe March of Time
The march of time... when did it start? When will it end and what in between? A life, a half life, and eternity? No, we know not, but for now savour the moment... ...pause for space.
Hour after hour of time wasted, hour upon hour could not have been anticipated where it not for friendship, so called and acted upon
What is time and it's being for those who live eternally? What price to pay for time well spent? What regrets for those minutes lost?
The ticking of a clock in the darkest hours, losing yet another day.
Those
Music: What is it?Music: What is it?Music: What is it?
That which through all the rolling years has sustained us, inspired us and brightened us so.
Symphony and ragtime alike, to delight the ear.
The voice, the flute, the drum and tapping feet, all in syncopated beat.
And too, do cocks crow, owls hoot, donkeys bray and ducks quack, quack, quack?
Making music of their own unknown, to man.
Where the harmony, where the counterpoint for them?
They know nought of it, only their own song.
