Four lengths and four 16Th's of a beat still have no clear answer to my direct questionnaire. Quiet silence, no voices spoken, no breaths taken. Air, quiet dry; and thirsty for answers but none have appeared & were never there. And just one lung, tired, relentless & ready to expel air for a voice to be clear. Heartbeats mummer with anticipation steady with the rests in every measure. Fidgety bodies, shaky voices with butterflies because no one really knows the answer. The casual jittery feet tapping at their own significant melody mixed with staccato notes & vibrations. Lessons learned, don't ask why or how or what happens; all we know is that the song is over. Missed opportunity with only an allotment for so much music to play with only two notes dancing around sheet music, it's never clear if they will end up on paper or be thrown on the beat burner to expel like we were never here. Into Four lengths and four 16Th's of a beat, that are never heard. Question is will anyone even care?
Fin....
& on to the next one.
P.S - don't steal my shxt.
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