Sunday afternoon in Amsterdam

Listening to the sounds of music coming from other peoples' apartments,here on a lazy sunday afternoon.Amsterdam is like that. Sonsee is having a rest on the bed,Children are playing in the garden down below. I can hear the faint echoe of a telephone conversation.The veranda door is open, no breeze, a stillness in the air, the kind that carries the sound to the different places to be heard, just for the sake of it. The birds respond when the silence becomes too much,Yeah it's a grey day, just heard the sound of a fast passing train, it's gone now. A door has slammed down below.Sonsee just awoke and said "Those children are amazing."Screams, the children are running around playing.Another song, this one totally different but from the same artist Antony.Do you know him?.He sang the leonard Cohen song , 'May it be your will" that's when he first came to my attention.Antony and the Johnstons. It,now, the moment is very soothing. Sonsee has left the room,she is very tired at the moment. Long telephone conversations in Amsterdam.No sound coming from the children, sound of a few dishes being washed.The music has stopped and the birds come in again on cue.It's like they know, a longing to be heard .I'll stop now.Electric orange plastic tulips have just come into the room.Sonsee has been a flower girl today, real and otherwise.The haunting sound of Antony's voice comes thru again.It is really quite beautiful.The telephone conversation has stopped.