May 29, 2008
Play me a line
on that measure bar

where each note instruct
the sound, the tempo,
the mood.

You practiced all year.
a page at night, repeating the same
group of notes so you feel confident
and how it’s suppose to be.

I listened to you.
It’s now like a pulse that rings in my ears.
Sweet and pure.
I’ll always remember
when you played us a melody.

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