When the curtain falls in love
the characters begin to speak
through tremors of syllables
pressed from the keys
of a cherry black piano.
The rhythmic clicks
like a crafted bird
tapping, chopping
building from
mechanical noise.
Hands passing, paceless
still precise, arriving as words
everything clicks, clacks together
rippling through the sheets, to tell –
that was already there.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
When the curtain falls in love
the characters begin to speak
through tremors of syllables
pressed from the keys
of a cherry black piano.
The rhythmic clicks
like a crafted bird
tapping, chopping
building from
mechanical noise.
Hands passing, paceless
still precise, arriving as words
everything clicks, clacks together
rippling through the sheets, to tell –
that was already there.
