I hear your whistling song,
As I wake, my eyes penetrating the gloom -
Quiet, as if your own breath mimics
The unsettling feelings in my stomach.
Yet you are so beautiful,
Your melody is pure and pristine,
A startling sound amongst the silence.
I sit, and glance around my room.
My fleeting dream is of piano notes,
Soft and peaceful undertones,
Caressing my mind and giving me goosebumps:
It calms my beating heart somewhat.
It is such a beautiful moment,
Remembrance of such a clear, harmony,
A glimpse of warmth amongst the cold.
I stand, and get ready for my journey.
I leave my house in abandon,
Walking into the empty streets,
Which were so full of life, once:
People around my door, smiling and joking.
Ah, a joyful, beautiful time,
To share ideals and companionship,
A rare thrill to laugh and be human.
I walk, my footsteps echoing in the emptiness.
The sun is peeking out behind
A veil of thin, nebulous clouds,
Not giving out much warmth on this day:
Yet shedding enough light to show me the way.
It is a beautiful light,
Bathing me in clear, clarity of radiance,
Waking my mind fully to this morning.
I wonder if another soul is up at this hour.
Over all of this, I still hear your song,
Velvet whispers licking my ears,
Tantalising visions of nature and sound:
Enough to make me smile and feel playful.
It is a beautiful emotion,
To use all my senses in bemused enjoyment,
Holding onto the fact that life exists.
Holding onto the essence of the beautifully simple.
Gathering Part One 
