Death And MusicA Poem by The LarkRandom fantasy involving piano
The candles flickering in my chamber
Alas; but, heaven sends instead
They lead you to piano; seated,
The melodies you lay for me
Yet none of this, your skilled illusion,
My days and weeks are a weakened daze
For playing at your instrument
And through it all a storm comes breaking,
Tired am I, this ache inside,
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Added on February 15, 2008 Last Updated on April 22, 2010 AuthorThe LarkMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI guess I'm something of an old-school poet. I always write with fixed meter and rhyme, and for the most part that's what I enjoying reading too. "I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with th.. more..Writing
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