Sunday, October 04, 2009

waking up to drops of jupiter upon my head

i know i should be working now.

But i heard a song of old, one that reminded me of times i've yearned for, something that lingers where no one traces nor fathomed. It was frozen in time, but never lost.

Play on. Let your melodious tracks run upon my heart, through my head, and let my fingers bring out the best of it.

Let's do it once more. It will be good.

Bob





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