waiting for the squee of delight.
The slide, a silver note,
longing to carry on.
Each piece stands ready
waiting to compose simple smiles,
instruments of glee
only missing the musicians.
And the silence lingers,
not permanent,
but aching with the sweetness
of joy anticipated.
waiting for the squee of delight.
The slide, a silver note,
longing to carry on.
Each piece stands ready
waiting to compose simple smiles,
instruments of glee
only missing the musicians.
And the silence lingers,
not permanent,
but aching with the sweetness
of joy anticipated.