ArpeggioA Poem by C Peril
The cigarette droops from the pianist's mouth
He puffs as he plays to block it all out Hearing already the hymns in the air, his sacred oath is to re-assemble what's already there Fingers scurry madly over ivory keys, and break in waves while his ebony knees undulate for the pedals, perfect harmonies The pianist is lost in his dream of dying under a bright sky that's only for him At the funeral only Steinway's colours and the secrets of life in the thorn of the thunder
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Added on September 24, 2024 Last Updated on September 24, 2024 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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