Friday, February 13, 2009
Wayward Breeze
if you don't move it doesn't hurt
that's not what I wanted to say
stay oh stay the wayward breeze
invites a drift of petals on speed
wait for me while I play through
this Beethoven sonata describes
a storm of love today and every
harmony squeeze later released
silence or the radio murmuring
to itself inside the fan's whisper
souls aroused action impelled
tell me again none of it counts
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