A Poem

Tonight, I thought I would share a poem with you all that I found in our music history book.

Alone and pensive, the deserted fields
I measure with steps deliberate and slow;
and my eyes I hold in readiness to flee
from a place marked by human footsteps.
No other defense I find that can save me
from the peering eyes of people;
becuase when laughter and cheer are spent,
from outside can be read my inner flame.
So I have come to believe that mountains and
beaches
and rivers nad woods know of what fibers
is made my life, hidden from others.
Yet paths neither so rough or wild
can I find where Cupid does not seek me always
to debate with me, and I with him.

Solo e pensoso ~Petrarch.

May God keep you this and every night.