For Tara
I used to be the world’s
greatest orchestra conductor
Now, my hands still mark beats
even in my sleep they keep time
But hard as I gesture
despite all my desperate force
It does not sound like
you.
For Tara
I used to be the world’s
greatest orchestra conductor
Now, my hands still mark beats
even in my sleep they keep time
But hard as I gesture
despite all my desperate force
It does not sound like
you.
Oh, the desperation to recreate a voice one longs to hear once more.
Honest confession.