I wear music
In notes you'll never
See.
In notes you'll never
See.
Or notes
Perhaps, that you could have
Tasted.
Perhaps, that you could have
Tasted.
But chose not to.
And so I shall touch
That soaring pitch
And watch you fall
That soaring pitch
And watch you fall
Fall once more
In love, listening
To the colours you
Think you've painted me in...
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.
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
Online, when music moves and words blur;
All because of a song. Thanks to Dan Drake, who who shared this song
I know. It IS absurd. I've even tagged it so.
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