Monday, 31 January 2011

A musical poem

Bury yourself in a chord

eyes closed,
free your senses,
trace the notes,
one at a time.

Let it jump through the synapses
flow through the nerves
sink into the gray matter

evoke your sentiments
awake your mind
until it rests in the air
resonance.
vanish.
in a scent of vanilla
in the shadow of the candle light

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