Wednesday, January 6, 2016


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A dog's bark distracts from bills,
And decisions to be made.
For a moment bark becomes Sibelius
And tears flow freely....freely now 
For places I can no longer go home to.
The bottle replaced the stave
For twenty years, ignoring his muse,
He also ignored the call of the wolf.
Raining one day; with umbrella; his shield;
The thirsting; the endless searching for knowing;
Was eased by whispering forests and singing streams.
That night by the candle, pipe and pen were alight;
Quavers set free; First of Seven was born.

Maureen Walsh - Jan 2016

Dedicated to Jean Sibelius (1865-1957)

Happy New Year to all my friends and family! Music touches places within me like no other art form and has provided much solace throughout my life. Please listen to this 4th movement of Sibelius' 1st Symphony. He didn't compose anything for twenty years, because of his battle with alcoholism. Sit back, close your eyes and be prepared for an emotional journey like no other!

Ciao for now!