Sonatas VIII-10 (Andante Felice) - Untouched

Brendan Quirk · Mar 20, 2021

Sonatas VIII-10 (Andante Felice) - Untouched

Still quiet on this early morn
No person on my solitary stroll I meet
No footprints in the snow adorn
Though I see the plow has met the street -
A harbinger of the waking day
When all that’s peaceful ebbs away.
Too soon - the sounds of nature wake
The sounds of winter birds and fowl
Dogs will bark and cats will prowl;
Rabbits hop, the fox will trek;
The lonely deer will stretch it’s neck;
The raccoon will scatter specks around if things aren’t fastened tight -
Children in their winter boots will jump to break the puddle ice.
I think of places I may take my bride, perhaps she’s up to meet the sights
In the untouched beauty of the icy snowy white
Of natures’ splendorous silent morn, without the public clatter.
I’ll hold her hand, we’ll stroll awhile
She’ll hear the laughter of a child -
She’ll say, “I know nature’s both wild and mild without the world’s mad chatter!
But - Oh! My Love! Just hear that child!
That child makes all this matter!”

Sonatas VIII-10 (Andante Felice) - Untouched

Brendan Quirk

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