Aug 2015
Cool ivory, his fingers touch;
A masterful sound.
Melodies crushed, words hush,
Heavy bonds do the notes make,
Beneath the weight of tears.
Pure white, dim-light,
Notes escape from warm breath;
The show goes on.
A masterful sound.
Melodies crushed, words hush,
Heavy bonds do the notes make,
Beneath the weight of tears.
Pure white, dim-light,
Notes escape from warm breath;
The show goes on.
He played in the lobby, and it reminded me of someone...I felt my eyes begin to swell, so I closed them shut.
