WALDROP

Winter without. Woodwinds placed next to the horns and their last sounding rays of autumn. Falling for spring. To come. Winter without woodwinds. Leaving us with a long single note held on the piano. Fainting. Slowly. Into silence.

 

(wald – wood | rop – ruf – shout | waldrop – rosmarie)

 

berlin, juni 2016

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