A deep voice
A calm deep voice and a present mind
Made me exhale
Made me realise
That I am still on my path
That I have not arrived
To the place I wish
To the feeling I need
To the people who see
To those who have time
The painfully sharp contrast, like a black tree against the evening sun, between where I am and where I wish to be
carves a scar into my heart
A bit sick at heart I continue my walk
With every step, I feel
My painful longing for
a work, a place, a stage, a studio, a garden a couch
Where people have time
Where they speak with a calm voice and present mind
The voice called me home
With patience for details and
With a luxurious amount of time to talk about the unseen
The superstition and the past
The whisper of Macbeth
The voice called me again
To a world of magic, to a world of the unseen
The present mind, an invitation
The description of sound on stage; a sign
Bring me back to me, I beg
Bring me home to me, I adjure
I exhale
And I see
That I am there
That I have the time
that my voice is calm and my mind at peace
where was I?
Why again? Was I caught up in doing all these things I don’t want to do
But the world tells me to do
So, I can finally do what I want to do
To talk with a calm voice
To have a present mind
To recall moments of lights on stage
To speak to people who see
About things that matter
Like the sound of a butterfly
A glimmer of a teardrop
The superstition and the past
The witches in Macbeth
Your deep voice
Brought me back to me
And I feel what I need to feel
To know that it’s here
My table, my home, my laptop my work
My calm voice
My patience for details
My lavish use of time for things that matter
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