Strands of Turquoise
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
For Love of Song
Too loud!
Pain etches itself
upon the master's face --
sudden, odious
fall from grace . . .
But eyes, arise --
lest song meet its demise!
Before you awaits
same phrase on same beat:
Quickly -- softly -- in time --
repeat!
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