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And The Notes Are Sweet
by Darren Swift
Sitting, strumming, slow
notes fall from fresh fingers
filling the room, mellow.
C minor, A minor, C; the
strings resonate round
sending sounds of their own.
A nail catches high E,
constantly, the nylon sings
comfort, joy, harmony.
My life becomes perfect,
I cherish the moment:
C minor, A minor, C.
08/25/2006 Posted on 08/25/2006
Copyright © 2025 Darren Swift
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| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/25/06 at 10:18 PM I hear the chording... and I love how
A nail catches high E,
constantly, the nylon sings
comfort, joy, harmony.
Yes... a high E would complement C major or A minor. Like I said, I can "hear" this. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
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| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/27/06 at 01:06 AM ...james, nice ditty with the kick of great writing...i, too loved the whole thing and about the time i stopped to drink-in a second-line read, i'd smile again...little details are MOST important...i like mara watched and heard you...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 09/04/06 at 06:28 AM you set such a lovely mood with the title and opening stanza -- notes fall from fresh fingers...that is delish!!! favorite part -- A nail catches high E,
constantly, the nylon sings
comfort, joy, harmony....you just nailed it. fresh! PK |
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