in the dusk of smoke and musk gathering from floor a lone player weaves the room into his guitar β
a blue light isolates the stage shadowing the room until the world shrinks into the mystery of song β
feather light a voice recalls its softness on the strings β listen clear itβs almost here the sound that silence sings
KittyChewy · Tue Apr 07, 2009 @ 02:43pm · 0 Comments |