It is raining Chopin Reminding me that together we are an arpeggio Alone, I am played in legato I plant myself in every horizon and at one end of each rainbow; the other end belonging to somebody else. I watch the clock and can tell it is 8:00 when the train passes but I canβt see the hands move. It is 2012 not because of the fireworks in limbo between December and January, but because I can feel the red yarn in me tightening β I have less.