Monday, January 19, 2009

Listen to the wind


This week you can read my latest book. The subject is listen to the wind which is a non-verbal communication and where you also don't see each other. It is like the communication that takes place between a mother and a baby where the mother instantly feels there is something wrong no matter where she is or what she is doing.



For this book I used the same format but the lettering is done in a double chainstitch unlike the Mystery book which is done in a stemstitch.



With every post I found some music with the same title as the subject of the book. I wanted to do this because I love music and it gives you a chance to hear the thoughts of others about this subject and maybe meet new musicians you never heard before. Unfortunately I'm not computersavvy enough to let is start when you read the post so here is the link. The song I choose is from Haley Westenra.


Lyrics

Time is a river that flows endlessly
And a life is a whisper, a kiss in a dream

Shadows dance behind the firelight
And all the spirits of the night remind us:
We are not alone

Tomorrow: a sun soon rising
And yesterday is there beside us
And it's never far away

If you listen to the wind you can hear me again
Even when I'm gone you can still hear the song
High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves
Listen to the wind, there's no end to my...

Love is forever a circle unbroken
The seasons keep changing; it always remains

Spring will melt the snows of winter
And the summer gives us days of light
So long till autumn makes them fade

Remember the sound of laughter
We ran together through the meadows
Still we thought our hearts could break

If you listen to the wind, you can hear me again
Even when I'm gone you can still hear the song
High up in the trees as it moves through the leaves
Listen to the wind and I'll send you my love

Listen to the wind where the sky meets the land
I'm not really gone I've been here all along
High up in the trees in the sound of the leaves
Listen to the wind there's no end to my...

Time is a river that flows to the sea
And a life is a whisper, a kiss in a dream.

Well I hope you liked the start of this week. Have a great monday.

Elizabeth

1 comment:

Blue Mountains Mary said...

Stupid old Anonymous.

Especially when this post is so lovely - the book, the song, the lyrics...

Are you submitting this?