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May 2016

the piano was angry
he tried to sooth the music
that kept biting at his fingers

each note...each note
the world fading away 'til there was only
the music alive in him

just him & the music now
sharing the same body
the music snatching at his soul

when the music left
it took time
to become human again

he sat with a cigarette
having a conversation
with the smoke

the music loved him
he tried
to love it back

My friend had a breakdown and the music seemed to swallow him up...devour his personality. This is his description of what it was like to be him whilst playing.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
   ---, --- and Mouthpiece
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