I’ve often wondered <br />how a coiled, vibrating earthmetal can <br />grab hold of a man’s soul <br />and bend it and twist it and forcefully rip it <br />from his body. <br /> <br />Also, how <br />the only thing more moving than those stringmasters, <br />is that piercingly poignant silence <br />when you’re drowning <br />in the oceaning continuum of her big, brown eyes <br />in that single perfect moment before <br />the first kiss.<br /><br />Jackson Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/musica-contro-silenzio/
