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Clare Margaret
Poems
Jul 2017
For Lindsay
I sit outside the piano-room door
and listen to you sing
because it makes me want to be alive.
I imagine myself dancing in the center
of a pearl-white key,
waltzing backward toward the string
that ties song to sound.
You lift a finger
and pause to breathe
and I fall a thousand feet
into the space between silence and noise.
If only your voice were never-ending,
then perhaps Iβd fall more softly
or not at all.
#music
#love
#piano
Written by
Clare Margaret
23/F
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