A Minor Instrumental Poem by empty shell

A Minor Instrumental



adjusting my chair
fixing my tie
looking at you
gathering courage

slightly sweaty
cant swallow
stomach tight
heavy breathing

house lights dim
positions please
murmurs hushed
red velvet parted

percussion behind me
strings to my left
music so beautiful
stand before me

Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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