I just finished writing my composition project for orchestra. its suposed to be inspired by a poem. I feel like words are failing me these days, all I can think about are the notes when I want to say how I feel. now that the songs done my heart is acheing again. I dont know what to throw myself into next. the words of W.S. Merwin are sounding in my mind with each note,
"Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color."