Friday 23 September 2011

Oh My! Something Blue

When she played people listened and when she sang people wept and when they wept the floods came and the avenues filled and cars floated past penthouses and but a few looked on. Still she played until yesterday's ideas returned and today's news was forgotten.

Every note was different to every passing ear. Every word took root and stayed with every worker as they went about their day. Around and around they circled, repetition unnoticed. Only with sleep did that cycle end and a moment in the greater cycle was lost. That the moment could be retained was the fallacy, that the moment was ever there was the faith, that there would be another was the hope.

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