Music
Music when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory
Odours, when sweet violets sicken
Live within the sense they quicken,
Rose leaves when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed.
And so the thoughts when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
Monday, listen to Luther Allison's "Living in the House of Blues". A great tune by a great (and sadly missed) artist
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