I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Monday, October 16, 2017
For a friend.
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Why that note? Who knows. My job, if I should accept, is to match right music to like notions, as I see things. Unless the music is aimed well, at my heart, as oft lately. Then I play, show, tell, hope, and pray... or prey? I... hope you enjoy.
My ventures tend to be on the risky side. Wasn't sure if this was going to fly, even with the designated target. I seem to have chased off my audience, somehow, quite of a sudden. Then again, I'm not in it for them. If I see it, and tell it as such, even if it is just someone gaffing, I worry even less.
Still, good to hit one, maybe into the stands, even parking lot, foul or not?
Quite nice.
ReplyDeleteMy ventures tend to be on the risky side. Wasn't sure if this was going to fly, even with the designated target. I seem to have chased off my audience, somehow, quite of a sudden. Then again, I'm not in it for them. If I see it, and tell it as such, even if it is just someone gaffing, I worry even less.
ReplyDeleteStill, good to hit one, maybe into the stands, even parking lot, foul or not?