compelled unhinged lament in simple terms it begins with the tiniest of sentiments to be snuffed_out by the constant reiteration (the same tired_old_story ) of one descending tetrachord a small fuzzy whisper expanded into gutwrenching plea (harmonic dissonance; vertical cause it all piles up) but there's something about the variation inside those same four notes that just pulls it right out of me but even with all these people around me i'm starved for humanity a kind touch is so hard to find i need to reach out but my hands are always empty fact is there aren't many people in the world i can truly be myself around so when i find one i tend to grasp i could live inside the sadness of that piece of any of the pieces i learned i leave that one in my case 080313 what's it to you? who go blather from