Saturday, January 21, 2017

A Place We Ache to Go

Ethereal sitar strums bounce off simple singular piano plunks.
A bygone era, forgotten magic, floating through a mist of memory,
Captured in chords.
A tenderness untouched by time,
Released by the unspoken language of melody and dissonance.
A composition tethered to romance, innocence, profound silence,
Prairie winds, celestial wonder.
A reminder of forgotten ardor, buried not broken.


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