You, Killing Me

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. - Thoreau

you kill me my dear

plying those taut, fender strings

with nary a fear

Author's Note

"A strain of music reminds me of a passage of the Vedas, and I associate with it the idea of infinite remoteness, as well as of beauty and serenity, for to the senses that is farthest from us which addresses the greatest depth within us. It teaches us again and again to trust the remotest and finest as the divinest instinct, and makes a dream our only real experience." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Excellent work. I can hear it.

[Pete]

thanks. rock on twc.