Mezzo
The notes trickle down the hollow between her breasts,
Cascading as a river of mist across the boards,
Spilling over the footlights,
Curling into the tones ascending from the orchestra,
Swelling above the pit, over the brass rail,
Rolling in waves across shrouded, enraptured faces,
Slipping upwards to the arcs of the ceiling,
Licking the air,
Consuming breath,
Mingling
Rising
Imploding
Falling
Fading
Echoing
Stilling.
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April 6, 2013 at 3:41 pm
slpmartin
Oh…can feel the vibration in her voice with the write.
April 6, 2013 at 8:19 pm
crazygoangirl
You re on a roll! Love this one too! I lose my eyes and I’m in her audience…breathless ๐
April 6, 2013 at 8:50 pm
Seasweetie
Two more and I’m caught up! ๐
April 6, 2013 at 8:58 pm
crazygoangirl
Good going ๐