Pas Compris
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
She Lets Die The Music
An echoing coffin
of well-embalmed instrumental strain;
buzzing bereavement
for sound never soon home,
nay, never remembered more;
She strikes and smooths her touch upon strings;
she lets die the music.
[23:44|06.12.011] ©c.thomas.carter
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment