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Robyn
Poems
Nov 2012
Piano
I watch the piano strings thrum
They shiver like my bones
At the sound of a Minor chord
I watch his pale fingers glide over the keys
They move as swiftly as I do to his lips
They are just as cold
I watch his face as he plays
His calm visage broken by a diminished triad
My heart broken by the pain in his face
I watch his lips move
Mouthing the words he's written
I weep that I can't hear him
Written by
Robyn
Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)
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