The following piece was written in the early morning while listening to an incredible piece of classical music by Icelandic composer Ólafur Arnalds. I was so deeply immersed in all its emotions and the imagery that it invoked, and I was very hesitant to type for fear of ruining the experience. At the same time, I really wanted to write something, otherwise I might never again be able to capture that essence, that first introduction to something so spellbinding. What I ended up with instead was a combination of my own apprehension and a glimpse into how the song made me feel.

Inspired by the simplest yet most singularly perfect and profoundly beautiful piece of instrumental music I have heard in a very long time.

Untouched

it is hard to keep from writing
for that might taint the purity

of this moment

of perfect solitude
of perfect beauty
of perfect sadness

in the stillness of the early morning
before the sun wakes a dreaming sky
a bittersweet melody caresses the silence

this one perfect moment

untouched

and it in turn
touches my being
pierces my heart
cradles my soul

then the tear rolling down my cheek
tells me there is no need to write anymore

[two_third last=”yes”]

[/two_third]


Title: Ljósið
Composer: Ólafur Arnalds
Album: Found Songs
Genre: Classical, New Age