The Pianist

April 13, 2009
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Sing to me softly
Days warm in the sun

Of places I went
To grass seeds a fly and run

My meadows and clouds
Still there longingly

Wait with the melody
The notes read accordantly

The piano dusty keys
Hidden behind red cloth

Could play softly
A time far away

Slowly it’ll unfurl
Sounds in order and rows

Life would come again
The empty vase will fill with rose
(An empty vase to fill with rose)

My meadows and clouds
Outside with the music

And me dancing
With the silent pianist

Across dusty abandoned floors
Of a broken home

And me smiling
For a moment

Singing softly
To which the song ends too soon

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