Three Part Harmony

December 26th, 2011 by Magdalena Tabor
She speaks seven languages
And sings like an angel,
Though I love her as much
When she is silent
Standing in a corner of the room
In the shadows
With a glint of sunlight
That plays off her belly,
Rich and round
As her voice.
A drumming of rain
That breaks into thunder and sunlight
All at once.
The delicate rays
Melting icicles
Off shimmering snow capped mountains.
A drip, drip, drip.
Like a finger
On the soul.
He’s no beggar
With his house open
Collecting coins.
A shadow of himself
Velvet lined.
Oh, the strains of his voice
Fill the crowded vestibule
With images of lands
You’ve yet to imagine,
That hints of the gypsy
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