This was made particularly touching, even symbolic, by the title, seeing as fermatas (especially over rests) can be the most telling part of any musical piece.

You are now favorited. I hope you don't mind.

w00t. I didn't understand half of that muddle, but what a gorgeous muddle indeed. Made me feel like I was dreaming with my eyes open. Lovely good show.

"in her eyes were the colors of the universe."
i'm in awe.

¿Is Fermata a synesthete? Delightful description of what sound-light does. What a wonder to experience. -m-
p.s. BTW I published Canticle (echo1) by you (solitaire-for-two) and me today. I can't seem to be able to get an e-mail to you. I hope you enjoy the joint venture.

I really liked this, even though I wasn't sure exactly what it was about. The words flowed very well, I especially liked, "She made a throne of her palm and offered the tiny, clear glass to the rays of light, and color trickled across her face as the ancient rain from the tips of her hair smiled to the floor. In her eyes were the colors of all the universe."

beautiful

I truly enjoyed reading this piece, such vivid images came to me as I took in your words, so glad I caught you on the 'just in' list..

well...I don't copmletely understand it, but it is very beautiful nonetheless!
I love your stuff!

This is very... interesting. Doesn't make much sense, but things can be good when they don't make sense.