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,

Separation

"Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color."