west bay
west bay
a home without the memories
where waves replace nostalgia
and welcome back the thinker
with every shift in shingle.
imagine. alone on this island
with only the stones
their timpani
and shoots of thoughts
just germinated, free to die
or swim away to grey horizon.
except you are not alone
near a troop of watching seabirds
resting in the day.
Brian Eno and the words of Rick Holland: West Bay, from: Panic of Looking, WARP Records, 2011. Hier zur Vertonung.