#soloist
The soloist closes their eyes and leans in to play their instrument,
an intertwined movement as the musician and their tool becomes one.
An ever so subtle look of one who loves to that which is intimate,
knowing the sentiment that was formed now may never be undone.
The dance is bittersweet as the moment has already began to fade,
a beautiful sight with the undertones of a melancholic symphony.
Even though the house lights stayed a lit and the music swayed
the musician could see the end coming of this moment so vividly.
This temporary music spreads out into infinity,
where all is left is the memories.
Notes and undertones that almost approach divinity,
where all is left is the reveries.
The house lights went out, the soloist left gasping for air.
Every delicate sensation overwhelmed but they didn't care.
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 11:31 PM UTC
Melodious, luminous
a small plumage of sounds
Found you, fond of you
The first string laid across the back of Spring, you sing
till my eyes grow rusted and my limbs frost with moss,
you perch still upon the branches of my broken fingers,
missing not a beat, a note, a loss.
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Sing for this sunken world continuously,
my one and only
soloist
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC