Wednesday, December 01, 2010

Do Re Mi

This shape without space,
This pattern without stuff,
This stream without dimension
Surrounds us, flows through us,
But leaves no mark.

This message without meaning,
These tears without eyes
This laughter without lips
Speaks to us but does not
Disclose its clue.

These waves without sea
Surge over us, smooth us.
These hands without fingers
Close-hold us, caress us.
These wings without birds
Strong-lift us, would carry us
If only the one thread broke

Music, a Poem by A. S. J. Tessimond
Photos by Aziz Hasibuan
Thank You Arizal for the camera :p

1 comment:

BD said...

Love the dog's eye ... i guess he is carrying all sadness and difficulty of life. The old man in front of Starbucks is marvelous