Bittersweet Symphony

Windsong

 -Nia Rhein

Today I lay imagining

in a grove of weeping trees,

the sound of your voice

whispering my name

cooing in the liquid breeze.

I would that I were the wind

your echo weaving through me,

forsaking the honey,

the milk, and the wine,

if only to, with you, be.

But since I am only imagining

what you left behind

I choose the music

of your heart beating,

in time, through the hush, with mine.

Claustrophobia

Do you ever just want to get in a car and drive? I'm having one of those days today. One of those weeks, actually...I love being without a car over here most of the time. I love having an excuse/need to walk absolutely everywhere, no matter the weather. I actually enjoy getting caught in the rain when I'm walking back from city centre sometimes. However, right now I have unquenchable American wanderlust, and I just want to drive. I want a long dusty road; big open farmland on either side; crumbling, leaning shacks with chipped white and grey paint covering the overgrown grass crawling up the sides of these somehow beautiful wrecked buildings. A quick stop at a farm stand for some vegetables, complete with dirt crumbling from their just picked roots would be perfect. But they don't have that kind of thing here, at least not where I am. Gothic Cathedrals-yep. Castle ruins-check. Bright yellow fields of rapeseed-oh, yes. Cobblestone streets-everywhere. Oily, dusty roads? M.I.A. And the claustrophobia sets in...

Sounds Like Home

Drum Roll Please

I've been busy working on a new website! I figure since I'm linking my new site here I should probably do the reverse as well. Check it Out! http://www.wix.com/niarhein/niarheinsoprano

This is the first time I've made something like this so Comments/Suggestions are welcome!