No hoot, mute the flute.
No sweet music oozing out of the muse.
Orchestra is playing another tune.
Desperate sounds are coming out the pipes.
Chasing a different melody we can't sing.
Vocal chords are broken.
The voice of angels unrecognizable.
The ***** is missing keys.
Instruments are rusty and old.
We can't hear but whimpering is in the air.
For their struggling to push their share.
Been broken for far too long.
Don't know when the chaos of sound will come undone.
Disappeared harmonium is merely impossible to rescue.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 9:38 AM UTC
No hoot, mute the flute.
No sweet music oozing out of the muse.
Orchestra is playing another tune.
Desperate sounds are coming out the pipes.
Chasing a different melody we can't sing.
Vocal chords are broken.
The voice of angels unrecognizable.
The ***** is missing keys.
Instruments are rusty and old.
We can't hear but whimpering is in the air.
For their struggling to push their share.
Been broken for far too long.
Don't know when the chaos of sound will come undone.
Disappeared harmonium is merely impossible to rescue.
July 30, 2011