Non-existent Musical Inspirations

Cold air seeps through each crevice

Grumbling walls and ceilings surround me

Whips of chill tingle down my spine

Dismal echoes of a ballad flee

Melodies escape my thoughts

My mind is arid and frigid

Sitting, I await an aria to arouse my twitching hand

Music… seemingly escapes my grasp

Perhaps tomorrow I will discover a song

…Or I might be wrong

 

~Laura Heine Keasey

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