Background Noise

My goodness, doesn't time fly! The last time I posted on this blog Hallowe'en had yet to take place, and now here we are with Christmas rapidly approaching.

There's no chance of forgetting the season, unfortunately. I love Christmas carols, but I'm in danger of having a surfeit of them. Every other track played on the classical radio channels seems to mention holly or angels. Changing channels doesn't provide much of an antidote either. Slade, Wizzard and Shakin' Stevens are all very well, but not much help if you're trying to write about life or death struggles or perilous voyages. I think I can appreciate how Lar and the other Iyessi feel. So, I shall enjoy a few minutes' silence while I key in the latest Iyessi song. No music–just words.

Everything has a name.
The wind that wanders through the hills,
The sound of rain running after a storm,
The light of lazy afternoons–
What are they without a name?