A Wedding Poem
taken from hours, may blossoms of every colour collide into music for you and may the mysteries of root and branch compound and conspire into dream-true happiness. May you stand beside the aristocracy of trees and may the loving or bitter wind in your faces melt your sorrows one by one and lure the birds of winter to paradise. May you hear the silent, sea-echoed moon together; and may the echo of your hearts be one. May you now and always receive the love you need and may you be wise to receive when only part of love is given. May your music be prayer to leaves made of young birds singing, and always may your music be answer to the art of life you desire. (for Michala Petri and Lars Hannibal) |
