#melancholymadness
#*The Violin’s azure strings wept softly,
from inside of a mind made cell;
musical echoes lamenting,
a poignant abyss too vast to fill
each and all silenced reverie,
leaving the philosopher’s stone
unthrown
Blue guitar minor chord changes,
bent notes phrasing sharps and flats;
memories ― gently weeping confirmation
as a repressed flow of soul
pensively leaks out
The spirit's currents eddy
suffused within written verve;
silently purging the soul's fountains ―
musical rivulets swell
quietly overflowing
an alchemist’s soul unfurled*...
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC