"woodwind"
Lethargic I sit
Beneath the stage lights
In awating of breath
to bring me to life
(a verse i play,a chorus in waiting)
My notes are
Daintly gentle,
Delicately soft.
As you move up my body
With the gliss of grace,
The heart will fly
Into a crescendo of heat
Into diminished softness
I reside...
Delicately gentle,
Daintly soft
To bring life,
A breath awates.
Copyright © Gary Bechter | Year Posted 2010
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