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In a corner a quiet corner he passed by every day it stood unnoticed solemn proud in silent dignity unobtrusive content intact Until by chance the light of dusk skipped off its latch and caught his eye He paused and turned midstride without a thought unsure of why and then amongst the shadows its silhouette appeared familiar lines and shapes like voices in a dream that drew him close and near He paused again and wondered if he dared to touch its shell He paused again and wondered if he dared to reach within his shell And then he heard a melody played so long ago a tune too simple for a symphony a song too beautiful for him alone But there was no sound only a memory of a time that used to be only a memory of someone he used to be He closed his eyes and held his breath his hand outstretched Until by chance he found its latch and opened its protective case he peered inside and saw a vision he once knew blushing in the fading sunlight glowing from its inner hue He reached inside and cradled softly its slender neck then raised gently its graceful body to rest beside his neck he found its bow still loose and supple without tension held with ease and then he stroked its hair on strings untuned beside the bridge as fingers rose to dance on strings untuned beside the bridge
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Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
An old song
In a corner a quiet corner he passed by every day it stood unnoticed solemn proud in silent dignity unobtrusive content intact Until by chance the light of dusk skipped off its latch and caught his eye He paused and turned midstride without a thought unsure of why and then amongst the shadows its silhouette appeared familiar lines and shapes like voices in a dream that drew him close and near He paused again and wondered if he dared to touch its shell He paused again and wondered if he dared to reach within his shell And then he heard a melody played so long ago a tune too simple for a symphony a song too beautiful for him alone But there was no sound only a memory of a time that used to be only a memory of someone he used to be He closed his eyes and held his breath his hand outstretched Until by chance he found its latch and opened its protective case he peered inside and saw a vision he once knew blushing in the fading sunlight glowing from its inner hue He reached inside and cradled softly its slender neck then raised gently its graceful body to rest beside his neck he found its bow still loose and supple without tension held with ease and then he stroked its hair on strings untuned beside the bridge as fingers rose to dance on strings untuned beside the bridge
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jai-rho
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
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