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Beautiful

 

Too beautiful to go back to sleep

The morning sprite before the sun

black silhouetted trees that edge the world

respeak stillness as night’s undone

 

in quiescent twilight day is birthed

So perfect in its offering

infinite outcomes by love conceived

Immaculately separate from our suffering

 

To taste the dew that’s offered up

One would have to sacrifice

The comfort of one’s darkened view

The tradeoff believed that will suffice

 

So it’s a crow that breaks the dawn

Unravels peace that must unwind

And signals end to mornings birth

To usher deeds of manunkind

 

Too beautiful to be believed

timeless in its continuing

Miraculous to be conceived

So fragile in its offering

 

 

Peter Ledermann


retipper
Thanks Peter,
You and your like are what is needed to drop in to this forum now and then (which it appears you do).
Being so far away, I am not in the US flow
of audio. I have heard of Soundsmith, but not the cartridges you create. Apart from your web site, I have not seen anything reviewing the “strain-gauge” circa 2019/20.
I see the usual parade of cartridges, but will be asking for further information from you once we are clear of this virus and back at work, for those survivors.
Lovely poem, like a delicate watercolour.
Well done and though there are many other creators in the world of audio, we need more like you.
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There is a love that is not love

It is not the kind that makes you weak

It makes you rise so far above

It takes your breath, it makes you weep

 

There is a love that runs so deep

Makes all you do seem merciless

It implores your soul rise from its sleep

And all life’s plans superfluous

 

There is a love you cannot touch

It is not a kiss on fevered brow

It gathers all but won’t hold much

And hitherto sworn you’ll disavow

 

But it exists outside of time

Yet there’s nothing that’s not held within

It cannot die, it needs not find

what it gifts it does not rescind

 

One cannot look away or fake

but makes you stop and gather heart

you cannot give, you cannot take

it’s the reason to stop, the reason to start

 

I met a woman who had this love

It was loaned to her and to keep her well

It was not hers, but she stole it not

To guard her soul from living hell

 

Steel shining swords in crosses were

Across her eyes and down her breast

And o’er her head in midday sun

And I that sight forever blessed

 

I know she lives - it matters not

It makes the world make sense of pain

Redeemer of the senseless caught

Makes every struggle not in vain

 

For the sake of others, I could see

For safekeeping’s sake she held it true

It was not for her, it was not for free

It was not for me.

 

It was for you.

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(peter ledermann 4-27-20


Peter, you should have a couple of SG repl stylii emails from me. Look fwds to yr reply.
Enjoying the music, my Soundsmith cart so beautifully extracts.            Shalom (despite these troubled times) and zei gezunt, Peter