High NotesA Poem by Christoph Poe
If I could play
Sounds through words I'd be playing them now. Like the strings of a violin, I'd awe you With such smoothness. Effortless vibrations Rising on falling under the heat Of a rigid string. The horns would stretch their necks, And howl at the golden chandelier. The flute, It's body so nimble, Will scream its own tune, Struggling to be heard, But heard sorrowfully none the less. Cellos bow Like the gentlemen they are. They are the weeping higher power That all fall upon. The drums open their mouths, And doom a broken society. The symbols clash And try all rise. Every corrupted piece. And fall in harmony. © 2013 Christoph PoeAuthor's Note
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Added on March 2, 2013Last Updated on March 2, 2013 AuthorChristoph PoeTuscaloosa, ALAboutLaughing might be my weakness, but my humor is the only characteristic that drives my positivity in this damned world. I'm a bit blunt at times, but always respectful >>and to be blunt, I expect respe.. more.. |

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