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...
bruised-orange
listening to music, like writing poetry, a perfect catharsis for the wounded soul!
listening to music, like writing poetry, a perfect catharsis for the wounded soul!
bruised-orange
listening to music, like writing poetry, a perfect catharsis for the wounded soul!
listening to music, like writing poetry, a perfect catharsis for the wounded soul!
Fay Slimm
With you Mari in that exquisitely sad moment when music just overwhelms - -- your verse speaks to the soul.
With you Mari in that exquisitely sad moment when music just overwhelms - -- your verse speaks to the soul.
but i repeat myself....