Tuesday, 20 January 2009

• Currently Michael Bublé By Michael Bublé That's All see related

  The sound of music

  The sound of music
  - tinkling keys-
  thrumming rhythm through my veins
  have reverberated through some membrane
  separating memories from the soft feel of your kiss
  and suddenly
  the cold air sings a melody of all I've
  lost
  and thought I could regain
  alone.

  But these fragments of time and joy
  I could not gather in my palm
  these tiny lines you used to trace
  have become much too small an area to bear - alone-
  the weight of this echoed laughter.

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  Feels so unfinished somehow.

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