Music goes
where words will not,
slipping through the thickest
brambles and fiercest thorns
and muddied swamps
of your soul.
Lonesome,
a little lost,
often confused,
music goes.
And the way
back
is never known,
if you go
along.
(EMB, July 2009)
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