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When It Disappears
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When It Disappears
I love music when it’s searching
When the sounds aren't sure
When one note connects
Like family and new resolutions
Form through extempore solos
I love music when it’s copulating
When it’s out there on edge
When the Cats
Playing it are out there
Defying boundaries
Reaching for blue-green-lavender
Sound shapes
...Monday 27th January 2014 3:24 pm
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