Monday, October 18, 2010

instrument

your hollow body makes a home for me
as my fingers stumble strangley over you
and get caught in that which is still unknown
but I will break my hands to get to know you better
See, even now it hurt to type these words,
but you resonate with power
and I think of the time you consume,
and the hearts and hands you break,
daunted? maybe
sly smiles lead to better plays