Space Music

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy." (William Shakespeare's Hamlet)

Indeed.

Space sings.

Who knew?

Not I.

And on a gray cold wet day, listening provides heavenly comfort.

Open Space

I.
I like my bridges wide and blue, arcing to span a river like hands reaching across a divide to hold one another.

II.

I like my spiders large and bright, weaving and writing silk, riding the air like tight rope walkers, only steady and firm like bridges.

III.

I like my berries suspended, plump and particolored, making the air speak space in a sweep of curve.