Like a broken down piano
that refuses to play,
no notes today
eventually
they'll break me into firewood
and take me away
and then I'll never play,
no sonatas
cantatas
no Debussy or Britten
no tunes ever written
only the silence of keys
In the memory where
she's
waiting for me.
But that's not today
today
I shall play
even though the flames
wait to scald me
Vivec and Vivaldi
will comfort me
all the days of
my life.
How absolutely grand.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
Like a broken down piano
that refuses to play,
no notes today
eventually
they'll break me into firewood
and take me away
and then I'll never play,
no sonatas
cantatas
no Debussy or Britten
no tunes ever written
only the silence of keys
In the memory where
she's
waiting for me.
But that's not today
today
I shall play
even though the flames
wait to scald me
Vivec and Vivaldi
will comfort me
all the days of
my life.
How absolutely grand.
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