whistling
in an empty room ....tossing notes up in the air
like smoke rings of an indulgent smoker , soap bubbles of a child without a care
notes that aimlessly waft 'n wander, walls adding echo to the choir,
sculpting a formless mood .. that gently seep into the whistler and the whistled ..
like smoke rings of an indulgent smoker , soap bubbles of a child without a care
notes that aimlessly waft 'n wander, walls adding echo to the choir,
sculpting a formless mood .. that gently seep into the whistler and the whistled ..
no
ears to please no words to carry, only a brief dalliance of the
whistler and the whistled
