Visual music. My husband walking slowly, in beige from head to toe, white bearded, his wolf-headed cane pressing him forward. There is a sword hidden within the cane. He didn't know that when he bought it. He delights in the drawn metal sound.
Visual music. She is drawing dog's paws and learning to play the hurdy gurdy. Bosch and Bruegal thought the instrument a roguish, ill bred thing, and put it in their pictured hells.
Visual music. We visit an exhibition of handmade midwestern American instruments and beautiful scores. A lovely old woman all in white, white mane of hair, turquoise earrings, listens intently to a description of a composition by the composer, who stops, as one thin silver note escapes the pages. We surrender to it.
Visual music. She is drawing dog's paws and learning to play the hurdy gurdy. Bosch and Bruegal thought the instrument a roguish, ill bred thing, and put it in their pictured hells.
Visual music. We visit an exhibition of handmade midwestern American instruments and beautiful scores. A lovely old woman all in white, white mane of hair, turquoise earrings, listens intently to a description of a composition by the composer, who stops, as one thin silver note escapes the pages. We surrender to it.
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