Torn strings
2016.02.23 12:46
"I was the bow and you, the fiddle
"I was the bow and you, the fiddle
Till I touched, ran my fingers gently
On your taut strings
Your melting form
Sparked genesis of
A masterpiece in creation..."
Musedee
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... torn strings of a broken violin,
a child plays his selfish melody,
fond fingers stamp out the boring
instrumental harmony,
tuneless etheric music,
viewless unworldly mist,
a last sockdolager finishes
the dying crescendo screams,
bored he drops the bow,
seeks new toys, softly,
dust covers the shattered ruins
of a duet's mortified glory.