,,i sit in quiet,
shimmering in the stage lights,
,in waiting of breath
to bring me to life.
a verse
,i play
a waiting chorus
to follow.
sing so soft so sweet
so low
or
or with the gliss of grace
the heart will fly.
my notes are dainily,delictately
,,,,,gentle,
whispered.
as you move up
my body
i possess shrillness
enough to break glass.
D.
2007-11-26
08:39:11
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ah come on,all that glitters,is not gold.me,i've been at the thing for 3 decades,or so, i guess it's easy for me to write about."silver shimmers,in the stage lights"
did you write that steven?,off the cuff?
2007-11-26
11:11:23 ·
update #1
no! not an oboe,not even a cousin.
D.
2007-11-27
12:25:07 ·
update #2