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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.

He speaks (or sings) for himself.

Cripple Creek, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “The experience of beauty does something profound and powerful within the heart and soul of every human being.  Beauty creates wonder in us.”  —  Steve DeWitt

Daily gratitudes:
Changes
Stillness
Book titles that come to mind and then escape me
Commercials that make me cry
The endless supply of books that have revivified Sherlock Holmes

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