Flower Bud - Corde Oblique, Luigi Rubino, Hexperos

Blossom, routinely;

blossom, without habit…

So as the violin’s trill

embellishes a melody

without touching it.

He gave (a)

date to the world

and every year he respects it.

He respects it as he

blossoms

on an effort, masking it by grace.

And now your pledge

is in my

olfaction,

this is the difference:

perfume flies (away),

while the smell

endures…

(There's) no time for describing,

now it’s time to feel,

thanks

for being on time

to fill, to soak

my earth of yourself.

As families do with (their) dresses,

fill my earth of yourself!

A flower for my land