In memory of Dimitri Mitropoulos The harpist believes there is music in the skeletons of fish The French horn player believes in enormous golden snails The piano believes in nothing and grins from ear to ear Strings are scratching their bellies openly, enjoying it Flutes and oboes complain in dialects of the same tongue Drumsticks rattle a calfskin from the sleep of another life because the supernatural crow on the podium flaps his wings and death is no excuse Submitted by Stephanie Van Buskirk
Added: 9 Mar 2003 | Last Read: 7 Oct 2008 10:31 PM | Viewed: 2144 times
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