My only authentic escape was the music, that poured like light through the beautiful eyes of all my friends whispering, in the corners respiring from the sweating movement of a thousand bodies, hanging from the stars climbing out of a hundred gutters one face worth as much as one hand. Lost words unravel from our voices mix with the notes of a repeated melody a wave after a wave, falling into troughs waiting for the next peak to lift us off of our feet. I tried to save every moment in my pocket as if it was the petal of an orchid, even though it will fade faster than the sunrise or the smile on all our faces as the last crescendo breaks waves on a stranded beach, where we are all just pebbles rounded and polished, black white red marbles tumbling together for a time until we are lost forever.
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Marc this is a beautiful narrative with so much going on beneath the surface! Wonderful balance and flow. Marbles tumbling together/ repeated melody a wave after wave and so much more
We are all just pebbles ....small , beautiful .....tossed by life's trials ....tumbling together .
Nice one Marc
Music heals us .