A hand begins to talk <br />a composer's hand <br />searching for the tit <br />up a narrow staircase of music full of go <br /> <br /> <br /> * <br />This soft piece of a wet-nurse <br /> hangs heavily nutritious down in the morning darkness <br />all faithful fans drawn towards it with force <br /> this yellow sorcery milk of music <br /> <br /> <br /> * <br />Blow horn long morning <br /> a long horn's morning wind <br />easy tones of air for wings to beat <br /> <br /> <br /> * <br />I put on my own music / I dress well in music of mine <br /> <br /> my brow is a warming loudspeaker for the music to well out of <br /> <br /> a friendly touching bass<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hand-begins-to-talk/
