Thursday, July 7, 2011


I stepped into the ballroom
And felt my heartbeat
Trip and gasp;
The beauty of a single room,
The heavy weight of dauntless tasks
The instruments were heavy
In brass and wood and string
I sat there like a quiet child
And soaked up everything
I saw you from the balcony
You flashed a friendly smile
My stomach turned in somersaults
Like daisies sway for miles
I heard a secret whisper
Beneath the woven words
The magic left me breathless,
By music that I heard.

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