waltz in c minor
blackbird phrases like caves raise
their eyebrows, dark and polished
amber melodies swerve like trains
swooping down broken metal track
dissonance; then consonance
rings through sharps & flats like
water to dried lips
limping rhythms but triplet crutches
catch them in time
inkblot note-heads will
make it in time
because You are triplet crutches
catching dripping seconds from the clock
because You are the track
saving the swinging swerve
because You are the blackbird phrases
like ridges of the roof of the cave-mouth
shelter
me.
2 comments:
argh i don't know D:
i'm not sure if this is even appropriate ?
befuddlement.
This paints such a pretty image. Reminds me of autumn in an ominous, chilling way. I've never heard the Waltz in c minor, but if there were to be lyrics to it, I'm sure this would be it. :)
I miss you, Shannn.
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