stories of music
penetrating deepest cracks of
holes in self made from Beethoven’s most ugly temper
simmering in baby blue bed.
Mother tears apart
Appassionata, Beethoven, Depression, Etudes, Fear, Fibonacci, Isolation, Mother, Music, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Resistance, Safe Places, Seeking God
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#1 by pattisj on June 2, 2011 - 8:52 am
But shining on…
#2 by Carl on June 3, 2011 - 6:27 am
Yes! As a “Crazy Diamond!” Thank you for reading and commenting Pattii!
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