November 9, 2009


After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Aldous Huxley

Dissidence is the mask harmony wears.
She smiles, as breathes
the infinite grace of
melody, whose dying twin
within herself
dares mad rhythms
to take root
might they drive her
ever after into
a ceaseless dance
on her lost lover's
wounded heart.

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