"Concerto In A Minor"
Too many tears that can only be heard by deaf ears.
Open the door and hear the roar.
It's like being so drunk you can't steer.
Seconds, and days, will last for a year, and the years will soon be near.
The bluesy smoked haze will clear.
Dybbuks will disappear in paralyzed fear.
A singer's love songs are a drudgery's peer.
The fans in the musical hall can no longer scream nor hear.
By Jonathan Billet
For Katie Abbot's Birthday-
Revised on 01/12/2014
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