thoughts drifting into air

thoughts disappearing into air

-High male voice, flute, piano 5:30
-text by my mother, Patricia Koester

Think of a barren but beautiful winter landscape: Germany. Open fields and forests alike are trapped under a cold blanket of mist. The frozen ground cracks as two lovers walk through the landscape. As they converse, the true meaning of their conversation is left unsaid. These thoughts dance into the grey air, cutting through it. What remains, is blistering.