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By ~Harem~ Date: 2004 Oct 13 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.13.20.55.2094]] |
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~ ~ ~ I watched him pour himself into his music. Closing his eyes and twisting his face as if the chords were painful, or the melody was stinging his heart. Nettle brambles or Burdock burrs used for medicine, but painful to the touch. And so he strums each memory through every note and stanza. The agony of each feeling that every heart has ever felt - burned to the pages of his melody. Like lava overflowing from the depths; a volcanic eruption the burns and oozes down and through the rhythm and blues of his song. ~ ~ ~ |