by Liar
........word picture. Childhood memories haunt us all. Fears grow from harmless things seen through vulnerable eyes so that - even grown away from vulnerabilty - the shiver remains.
A roundabout playing Chopin - heaven!
"it's balderdash
but it's beautiful"
Lovely poem.
a wonderful play on words with an interesting image. The music crashes into pieces and suddenly sings again. Very good...
jim : )