⋅ 14 August 2011

Shrinking From Being

Listening to Dance of the Blessed
Spirits by Gluck - perfect nostalgia,
simply crying along with the theme as
the violins repeat the same melody
an octave higher, pain intensifying

The thread of self-control wearing thin
until it snaps and the floodgates open,
undiluted sadness washing over me,
pure in utter misery - until the mind
curls back upon itself and shrinks

Keeps on shrinking from being...

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  • With you Mari in that exquisitely sad moment when music just overwhelms - -- your verse speaks to the soul.14 Aug 2011 by

  • listening to music, like writing poetry, a perfect catharsis for the wounded soul!15 Aug 2011 by

  • listening to music, like writing poetry, a perfect catharsis for the wounded soul!15 Aug 2011 by

  • but i repeat myself....15 Aug 2011 by

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