On this quiet and grey-tinged morning, I was looking for something delightful to listen to. Your suggestion to listen, rather than read your poem was a welcome synchronicity.

I couldn't for the life of me figure out where Tristan and Isolde played. I heard some doors being closed and the domestic noises made me happy.

The cottage, the sea, the wind and the rain came alive. I was there for a second. Thank you for sharing your soul- I appreciate the gift.