...Piano...
Loud, intense, fast…
…hasty, ardent…
…strident…
His heart is abound with melodies
speaking through his fingers. His eyes
wander through the air
reading of secrets.
…tunes, overflowing, establishing…
…disappearing, recreating, fading…
again
lost in history; slipped through his fingers
never to be heard again. What isn’t
remembered didn’t exist.
…vanished…
Melodies;
just for me
a confession of love
PureHope, vrouw, 119 jaar
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