Carol Kaye

24thOct. × ’09

Play
in the underpinnings of pleasure.

Be
the strings that quietly conduct
calm
commonality.

Hold
the ecstasy of outer ranges.

Hear
the coexistence
of striving
pieces.

Stay
true to the madness ensuing.

Love
the sounds for the sounds
the days
for the moments.

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