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Mar 27, 2011 21:39

A piano solo is playing.
No other instruments,
just two hands and a minor key.

I feel the music
somewhere I can't touch.

I know this feeling.
The feeling the music stirs.
It's an old companion.

The final notes drift away.
I imagine it taking
part of me away with it
as it floats past.

poetry

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