I wish I could capture the sound

that is playing just out of reach,

over my shoulder and delicate,

I can hear it,

flowing and full of crescendo,

full of vigour

and then in one sweeping gesture

it changes to the most beautiful

resonance of melancholic desire

and moody day;

I hear it and it gestures love to me,

I wish the other noises

were as kind.

Ian D. Hall 2016