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