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if you came to me
my little bird
you would sing
some songs
that you have never heard
they would rise
and ride
a tide
and run and flow
from deep down
below

this music
would be new
to you
wondrous
terrifying
your breath
a heavy heaving
then some sighing
and some
crying

I am a maestro
not by choice
not a talent taught
I play the cello
and viola
but I can't be bought
if asked to dance
I take the floor
we twirl and touch
and tease a bit
then tango through the door

the ending is not happy
I am your heroin
your life could die
your soul be sold
I see the pain you're in
with my fix
you will feel fine
and carry on again
your body then will
beg once more
for my medicine


daka

Hi Sean - I enjoyed this quite a bit - nicely done