The Tang of a Stringed Instrument
little vibrations,
waves touching and spreading,
like the pixelated sounds that resound
off hollow trunks.
morse codes,
quivering dashes punctuated by voids,
like vocalized sand that stick to wet skin
on the beach.
universal secrets,
reality clothed in the tongue of music,
like dewy droplets shaken out of the fur
of a wet retriever.
the tang of a stringed instrument.
By Lady of Scartha
© 2005 Lady of Scartha
(All rights reserved)
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