Songstress

If you were powerful enough to write your own history why hesitate to play the song you made?

Because the scores are punctured with rests and silent cringes like empty pores having disgorged their curls of hardened oil, gaping in the skin of time.

You can’t wipe these blemishes off when the stains are from your own coffee mug, now empty but for a drop or so of bitter remains like the silence of conversations past.

So go ahead Let’s hear your composition see if it begs excuse.