A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Strum

I wear music
In notes you’ll never
See.

Or notes
Perhaps, that you could have
Tasted.
But chose not to.

And so I shall touch
That soaring pitch
And watch you fall

Fall once more
In love, listening
To the colours you
Think you’ve painted me in…

And all the while
I wear the music
That my fingers strum
On chords taut with pain.

23 April, 2014
Online, when music moves and words blur;
All because of a song. Thanks to Dan Drake, who who shared this song 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psiILfa-G1c&feature=kp

🙂

I know. It IS absurd. I’ve even tagged it so. 🙂

 

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