My beautiful light shy cantata is a dreaming song that would take me away from the whipped wash of up turned cups and plates.
I sing my aria words softly to the night star when no-one can hear the tears.
Days come and go with a raw incompleteness and the finished productions, cut, edit, its a life paste.
I summon on the most deep sunk days my coalition of lion hearts to roar the pavement solid and I become hungry for the next kill of adventure.
My choice has been to anchor to the reality headstone inscribed with
" I will be the most of me in this world made with a few notes of my true melody "
My cantata hides in passion’s undergrowth, between the lush high and hush low notes.
All is sweet but far too beautiful to sing out loud when you also suffer bad english overtones.
© K S Hardy 2011
Flash Fiction Challenge
Cantata : A musical composition, often using a sacred text, comprising recitatives ( the rhythms of ordinary speech), arias, and choruses.