Flumes Volume 1 Issue 1 - Page 13


All Tuned Up

By Julia Di

when I play

there is a small feeling

a curious feeling

like the crescendo moonlight

on the steady ocean bay

the burning beach ignite

the sun beating away

like the lithe deer prancing

to the melody of the sky

the joyous criminals dancing

for their professional lie

and when strings plucked

and when strings tightened

and when strings strummed

and when strings perform I—

I have a curious feeling.

If only I had a soul.