PIANO

Dreamed of piano music,
piano I never played,
music absent from me.
Sad childhood desires,
piano too expensive,
too much a luxury for me,
distant music for nothing.
And life passed without learning,
clumsy hands, clumsy fingers,
poor sight, and far from the piano.
That piano I long for when I see it,
that music I never learned,
too poor for pianos.
But the piano melodies continue,
those pianos, that music, resonate,
the music of others that plays,
in the melancholy of listening,
while the music rumbles.
I take refuge in the keys,
of the computer and bang,
on that unfinished poem,
on that music of my life,
that takes the form of verses.
A substitute for music,
those paintings, those letters,
for a deaf music,
in the melody of my life.
While others play,
putting on that music,
that background music,
that soundtrack
of life that beats,
that beats in the air,
while I listen,
other pianos in me.
Music that now resonates
in my verses,
like a sad copy,
of the dreamed music.

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