Notes

Splotches splattered
upon lined paper.
Markings that mean
the difference between
miscommunication and this
notation. Melodies ensue
as maestros pursue
what our composition
conducts. The destruction
of the savage breast rests
on the symphonic movement
of our rhythmic pace.
The displacement of silence
with music denotes
melodic logic. But our
jumbled order will have us singing
a new song. Such is the staff of life.
And the band plays onward!

DM

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One response

  1. Good to see you writing again. You humour is like a breath of fresh
    (oh,maybe not so fresh) air:) Misssed you and your feet terribly.

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