Oud

The wildness of the oud
in the wilderness of the night
takes me out of what I know
and underlines me.

I listen for the oud.
Music of the tents and desert
gives my spirit sustenance
and succours me.

Colours of the music,
in the palette of my heart beat,
aching notes and harmonies.
They colour me.

Sandra Renew

© Sandra Renew 2014, all rights reserved.

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