Unforgiving Dissonance

fiddling with my
violin i can also
fiddle with my
viola in an
almost spastic
stance with head and

chin in an almost
accident rubbernecking
the accident which
has not not
only yet to

begin but will
happen
forgetting to
rosen my bow
now knowing

what the
screeching
of tires sounds
like played in
B flat major
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Pigeon Tart Avatar
May 11, 2019 at 8:58 PM
Fortunately for my ears the poem is none too loud and is pitch perfect.
Connelly Avatar
May 11, 2019 at 10:32 PM
Bless you Maureen, but I haven't picked up either my viola or violin so I can honestly hear notes that never should have sounded.
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