“Music was my refuge”

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Street Musicians, D. Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved

 

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

― Maya Angelou

“There is a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in.”

 

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Forest Light – Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved

 

There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.


~Leonard Cohen

“summer to your heart”

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Summer to Your Heart, c 2017, all rights reserved, Douglas Moorezart

 

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII)

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

Daily Illuminations

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Daily Illuminations – painting, Douglas Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved

“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”

― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“a parallel life”

 

 

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Parallel – Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved

 

“a parallel life, as dreams shadow waking but never intersect it”

— Edmund White