Journey through Sound

October 23, 2010
By ELIZABETH FIGUEROA BRONZE, RONKONKOMA, New York
ELIZABETH FIGUEROA BRONZE, RONKONKOMA, New York
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Bass.
Pulse her nerve endings.
Absorb every drop of sin and
replace it with pure oblivion.
Notes.
Soothe these ears.
Escort her from this bottomless pit
to the highest tower ever imagined.
Rhythm.
Secure her.
Use the ever-so-constant pendulum.
Tighten her uncertain future.
Words.
Swirl her around like an endless cyclone.
Guide her toward a different setting.
Away from the hell she calls her own.

The author's comments:
My love is my music. Without it, I wouldn't be here typing this right now. Enough said, really.

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