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Aug 2014
Resonating like harmonics through the air from a grand piano run your words telling me you love me, you miss me, you need me, but never goodbye.

Waiting for the music to begin after a grand pause I sat in front of the colors, realizing everything was indeed black and white. I began to tell my story. The music filled the air but died immediately and fell from the sky upon deaf ears.

Bewildered faces of all who were awaiting the music scattered the room. Nervously I began again only this time was louder than before. Adding new twists and turns and free moments of my life's cadence I released more than I ever desired for anyone to hear and still nothing. As the walls pilfered the sounds all who awaited began to lose patience.

Immediately I regretted even sitting and beginning but it was too late. To arise and leave a shadow was all that was left. Eyes forward,  I departed bringing along a new emptiness which accompanied me down the stairs lying below my dead words.

No sooner than I reached the last step did ghost notes sing through the air followed by applause. Then was my biggest mistake, I turned around.
Da Capo is a musical term meaning go back to the beginning or simply repeat.
Marquis Hardy
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Marquis Hardy  Peachtree Corners, GA
(Peachtree Corners, GA)   
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