The violins joining the trumpet in Il Silenzio <br />draw long, incandescent lines of shimmering <br />notes like bubbly white lace around the wrists <br />and necks of old-fashioned Victorians, I taste <br />sweet delight in my mouth while my soul vibrates <br />in alignment with this unearthly music switching <br />on magic lanterns in the wasteland of my mind…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-01-29-incandescent/
