Murmur my sweet instrument – K. B

Murmur my sweet instrument

 

 

Murmur my sweet instrument,
I sing the woes and pains
Of plain wounds

Murmur my sweet instrument,
I sing the laughter of a newborn
When I close my eyes.

I’m thinking about that baby girl
Growing up in squalor with
A mother under crack
And voodoo spells.

Murmur my sweet instrument,
I caress thee like a precious
Silken cloth so your music
Can rise.

 

K. B

 

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