With manly aggravations he strums-
Strums the rust and the anguish away from the strings.
I saw them, floating away from him; vibrating in midair
Those compositions from his melancholy days,
Echoing...
The notes have, somehow, reverberated through my cathedral soul-
I can feel them.
I could still locate the ringing at the ceiling of my skull.
And if I wish to
I could even feel the faint tremors in my heart-
And realize it's actually pulsating...
But surely, it's just an after shock from the sounds resonating
It would fade away.
Of course it will just fade away.
It would fade away the moment he
stops playing.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
With manly aggravations he strums-
Strums the rust and the anguish away from the strings.
I saw them, floating away from him; vibrating in midair
Those compositions from his melancholy days,
Echoing...
The notes have, somehow, reverberated through my cathedral soul-
I can feel them.
I could still locate the ringing at the ceiling of my skull.
And if I wish to
I could even feel the faint tremors in my heart-
And realize it's actually pulsating...
But surely, it's just an after shock from the sounds resonating
It would fade away.
Of course it will just fade away.
It would fade away the moment he
stops playing.
