Piano Lesson
Roland John
A melody and you expressing it, your life evolving to an end, where dark metres drift unheard at the edge of it. The hard line unfolds parted by its single note, no echo’s accomplished even now. In our high room the polished notes close in. I hear too often your frailty masked with passion.
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