The Gibson Stradivarius:
in "Angels & Demons" you wept softly,
shimmered your strings in a supine grace,
reached warmly over the edge with
a tremulous honey vibration
rising in crescendo, dripping into shadow,
then onto a deceptive cadence;
your amber rhythms stirred the inchoate
with a chord seared by sweet lament –
Copyright © Jerry Whalley | Year Posted 2009
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