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LISTENING TO YOUR FAVOURITE PIECE OF MUSIC Oh you were so quiet I hardly heard you tiptoe silently in settle yourself amongst the strings talking to me now in cello now in violin the heartbeat of a drum the exchange of laughter between glockenspiel & xylophone making a point with either the tiny ****** of a triangle or the crash of a symbol. I listen to you talk to me in music the candlelight grows dim & then as softly as you came you leave leaves (fluttering against the windowpane) . I feel you leave leave before the movement ends footsteps in the silence of my memory me nearly forgetting that you've died listening on until the end as the music cries.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
LISTENING TO YOUR FAVOURITE PIECE OF MUSIC
LISTENING TO YOUR FAVOURITE PIECE OF MUSIC Oh you were so quiet I hardly heard you tiptoe silently in settle yourself amongst the strings talking to me now in cello now in violin the heartbeat of a drum the exchange of laughter between glockenspiel & xylophone making a point with either the tiny ****** of a triangle or the crash of a symbol. I listen to you talk to me in music the candlelight grows dim & then as softly as you came you leave leaves (fluttering against the windowpane) . I feel you leave leave before the movement ends footsteps in the silence of my memory me nearly forgetting that you've died listening on until the end as the music cries.
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donall-dempsey
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
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