Apr 2019
when violins play
sound becomes a miracle
taken: from a cat's gut
horses' swishing tails
tree spirits and spine rosin,
flying into the air
climbing infinite heights
to land in patterns
on these confluent tarmacs
of hearts and music
-cec
sound becomes a miracle
taken: from a cat's gut
horses' swishing tails
tree spirits and spine rosin,
flying into the air
climbing infinite heights
to land in patterns
on these confluent tarmacs
of hearts and music
-cec
"If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die."
Twelfth Night Act 1, scene 1, 1–3
-William Shakespeare
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die."
Twelfth Night Act 1, scene 1, 1–3
-William Shakespeare
