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
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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