my bones have become brittle
as my mind has become bitter
but I’m learning to finger pick
that tiny violin
A strangely dexterous demise
without surmise, reprise, or
coda rising comfortably within
so low, this solo
that it leaves one speechless
and so out of tune, I think…
with the highly orchestrated,
…first there was the word
Another OLD man beat…that suffers a MP3 bounce!