You said to me today
"I seriously cannot find it in me to wax poetic about music and pianos right now. "
You may as well have said
"I cannot find it in me to breathe."
Did you wake up and forget art this morning?
Did you wake up and forget life?
How do you move in a world that has no poetry? No pianos?
Silly, silly girl.
Look around you.
Even the wet street is gray sheet music notated with yellow leaves, poised on the brink of symphony.
Created: Oct 27, 2010Kate1138 Document Media