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Vyiirt'aan
Poems
Nov 2017
Fantaisie für Klavier, C-dur
Tempo grave, sempre sospirando
An inner nocturne
When I am writing my own opus
The ink stains carress my hand
Crossed out lines, struck down
I am my own symphony
The sad tones of E flat minor
Paint the walls of this chamber a naive black
It creases the sheet music that I play
The resonating chamber within its thorny grasp
Keep my hands from playing
As the melancholic tones
Play their song on their own
#
The piano plays
I yet
have
to
compose
The piano GLEAMS
Something
The piano SINGS
that keeps me
||: The piano LINGERS
From choking
myself
The piano SUFFERS
In an eternal
embrace
The p i a n o SCREAMS :||
The p i a n o CHOKES
The p i a n o DIES
the
p i a n o
Of needles
and thorns
D.S. Al fine, senza repetizione
[re-up cause something went wrong apparently]
Something I just had vent. Don't worry
#rant
#vent
#outcast
#useless
#irrelevance
#freeform
#spacing
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