Still photographs

Still photographs,

reykjavik held within a winter's night,

colour the quiet moments of my life with grey light frozen in time.

Your footfall follows a line of time painted in so many strands of blue,

a silence that always perpetuates life itself.

Dreams create each caressing snowflake;

as love spins within a spoke of an ever turning wheel;

invisible yet still existing.

Weaving the colours of the sky,

snowflakes fall upon a concert of  sound.

Laden with thoughts,

each breath creates a single note

while

the wind winds its way through shops and streets;

violins catching your dream.

Violet and grey light paint a single canvas of just one thought,

one space,

one note upon a piano in silence with my soul;

one sigh, one love,

one continum of  a symphony in a silence borne

from a love

that never ends

though your absence haunts its hallways.

Created from sagas, and the low voice of your words,

the memory,

though time prevails, 

follows my heart

to my soul

to a single footstep,

to a single note,

to a symphony where you always are.

grey violet skies,

karl,

a single note played upon a piano in a reykjavik sky.