she sings a song of
sixpence
chorded in the key of
wry
pearl drops of bones
hum a missing charge
beware that note is
near
the air is sweet with
dark
when art sings from
the dais
sets the filaments
ajar
a wire goes bad before
a filter blows
large chips of
nothing
chorded in the key of
wry
♥ ♥ ♥
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2 comments:
Your initial play on that nursery rhyme is clever, Sue. You had me anticipating the entire piece, and it does not disappoint.
I like the playful entrance and how the rest of the piece seems to hum its way to completion. Too bad the instrument failed,
Elizabeth
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