Wednesday, September 16, 2015

The Maestro's Magic

There is a voice
That holds the leash
Of this velvet collar
I'm conditioned completely
Hearing it makes me drenched
Thinking of it makes me weak
The cadence
The pitch
The timbre 
The authority it has
With each accented syllable 
I'll die holding my breath
Waiting for its next command

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