There is nothing but
the thrum of the strings
an endless, buzzing sound
a constant hum
the infinite frequencies
set off by the slightest touch
the smallest disturbance
a surge of vibration
carrying me on and endless wave
nothing but
the thrum of the strings
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Constellations
Ficción General"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations" ~a collection of short stories and poetry~
