The accompaniment by Kristina Woodhill the howl has died down for now my eyes are emptied once again yet, i do see how this cycle spins and plays its slow motion melody always ending in the dirge i am the accompaniment until my keys, too have been dampened then stilled 03/16/2008 Posted on 03/16/2008 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/16/08 at 05:08 PM Kristina, being familiar with those keys, this poem is doubly evocative to me. Until I read this I never thought of how my own approach to relationship is mirrored in the music. I never was good at accompaniment because I so struggled with with my own ineptitude I couldn't get my self together enough to match the songs of others. Thanks for this exquisite etude. Posted by Mara Meade on 03/17/08 at 06:02 PM Mmmm.... the solitude of the accompaniest... well said, well described. Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/20/08 at 12:10 AM Very vivid images here and good food for thought. Excellently written! Posted by Michael Faraday on 09/19/08 at 02:40 AM enjoyed this. :) Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)