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the music of
the fragile
is that of communication between the mortals.
we exist counter, to point of counter,
between the lines of black and white.
how many lies have we
sung to a lover?
how many dances danced to the sound of twilight?
in the end,
will we enjoy the abundant verdant,
or will we know the other?
the music plays in
greens and sweet.
only those that want to hear and sing it with passion.
we wish that we could
(to be it and know it).
music is for the musician only, as the brush is for the painter.
the rest of mundane us just hear.
(i hear in phrases the unimaginable happiness of blues and wind!
can you see them?
they are what makes joy!)
(2008)
