Sunday, September 11, 2011

May the morning rise quietly.

It's quiet here now.

It won't stay that way of course; not today.  But right now, where the silence has lease, my thoughts spin through a familiar, yet unrecognizable dance.

Random, but structured.

There are songs, of course; there is always music in this gentle, vicious cabaret.

Here's my favorite.  I'll dedicate it to a friend of mine whom I've not seen in awhile.  With love and apologies.

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