Monday, March 08, 2004
I think I am destined to fall deadly in love with the voice of a man much like
this seemingly gorgeous one who is coming to Toronto.
Only because sad, stirring voices like these hold a prominent power for weakening my knees to nothing.
Listen and maybe you might see.
But I would gladly settle for the likes of a boyishly charming
curb side prophet, or that of a faithless, brooding
piano player.
Musicians will be the prize of my downfall.
I ask only to love a man who can wield words into chords, immersed amongst the melancholic notes of a lonesome instrument. How absolutely fitting.
sherry @ 4:30:00 pm
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