Whisper of the Muse - Julia Margaret Cameron
A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.
Away from human noise, the cough, the sniff, the clearing of the throat.
The ticking of the ever-present clock.
Depart from the mind, a sometimes lifeless place, where all is brash,
bereft and Belsen-like, where no birds sing at all.
Seek out the spell, or speak a heartfelt prayer for long-forgotten love.
Until then, listen less, relax and go towards the far and distant place called home,
to the heartbeat of the womb, to past times, rhythmical and raw,
to a land where birdsong resonated with the silver bells of angels.
Now at last all is quiet.
Peace. Like a cathedral.