Singing until the piano resounds into half-broken fingers. Tendons like untied shoelaces grazing the gravel. Blood blooms the pedal knuckled chords. And wallow and she and all that was. Pine trees with coats of snow knock against the window. And blow and scream and hide the setting sun. He shivers his teeth into splinters. The moon comes
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Writing about music can be a challenge. You really have to rely on the sound of words. For instance "knocks a cadence like firecrackers."
Anyway, I'm glad you dug this. And thank you again.
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YES. Writing about music is entirely about sound. Did you see the poem I just posted last night? I can't remember if you commented or not. But yes, I use sound constantly in my poetry because I truly believe it's one of the most important aspects of poetry. And sometimes I won't even realize something I've done soundwise until I read it later, and then I'm like, wow, I am a master of sound. LOL.
No problem. I do love encouraging people to write, especially when they write such interesting things as you do. :)
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I know what you mean, there's so much sound in words that I think we only use subconsciously. It just flows. And you definetly have a knack for that.
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xx.
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