Gentle music

Monday, December 30, 2013 , , , , , 0 Comments

A taut bow on a violin's string,
Moving gentle and music sprung...
The song like fresh tears,
Flowed untainted, pure and clear.

Words passionate, wild and dear...
Travelled through my heart waiting to be heard,
The words returned from my sleep,
Grand, passionate, throbbing for release.

I held the reins, tight with force,
Fearing my words would scorch your soul,
If I hold back, its not due to disdain,
It's for reasons beyond your soul and its confines.


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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