Monday, February 22, 2010


Hope floats past my brain's blue note
My body exists as a mere anecdote
This all began as a lump in the throat
Practice the piano till emotions are remote

You strike the first key you see
The hammer collides with the string most intelligently
Then vibrates its characteristic frequency
That melody is far too pretty for me

What's with this flow of energy?
That tone struck some chord inside of me
You play your songs so beautifully

Thoughts exist not to set me free
But displace my actions beyond certainty

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