Cricket

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Rubber cricket plays for the too-tall queen.

No sound. Sore knees.

They fade to reality.

 

 

Dreamer saws at blank air with a pen.

No cello. No sound.

Fade to prefferred daydream.

 

 

Cellist rocks in the midst of her band.

Head-banging. Music.

Never leave me in silence again.

 

Author's Note

Explanation:
I want a cello. I want ablack one, so i can name it Cricket. Letely I've had a few wierd dreams. 1. my bow was made of rubber instead of horsehair. and 2. my cello was too short for me.
lol

Reviews

[Yina]

LOL oh I can see you say this all to clearly lol this is awesome lol Love it:)

[dreaming dame]

never leave me in silence again, lol, I can hear you say that! This is sooo you, I can haer you say this, telling the world! :) Just kidding.
Wonderfull, I feel the unfulfilled feelings of a too short rubber stringed, pee-yellow cello. The colour's my idea of a nightmare. XD Sigh, one day perfectly poetic poe:D