I want to fly to Chicago (After Andrew Bird)

Cathedral rafter reverb

Steadies the violin strings

Into my headphones.

Plucked, strummed, and bowed,

A single instrument,

Swells into orchestra divine.

A lemon struck twist melancholic;

A minor chord

Sung in a one-man choir throng.

I want to fly to Chicago,

On the card flip whim.

Of hearing a song. 

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