Between is an Implied Space,
Suspended going & arriving.
Here being transformed into there.
Between grows and recedes
Where corners curve towards
The trembling sky & steady ground.
Between reaches and withdraws
An embrace, that is both
Eagerly Anticipated and Wistfully Remembered.
Fingers dance across the Harpolyre, carrying you away to a place that is between the Now and the Then. Music from an instrument that is both and neither – you hear it in a place that lingers on the line where dream and memory share the same eyes.
Sight and sound drift down to be caught by a dish suspended on the corner curving towards the trembling sky and grounded earth;
colour and shadows waltz where walls and fence staunchly comply with orders, trying to maintain straight lines, in the face of a curved space that implies a sphere suspended between the stars.
Greeting the green leaves
Fall kisses the trees, blushing,
Bare limbs will be revealed;
Covered in cool white sheets.