"Taken"

About how I miss my piano...

It is said that water,
            and oil are enemies;
            diverse chains of circumstance,
            shaken distribution.
           And me; the devil's daughter,   
            in rags of empathy,
            contrite surveillance,
            staunch resolution.

           Bright apparition
            heard beyond the veil,
           "Remember you're a dreamer",
            then sadly disappears.
           My saline condition;
            hands seeking Braille,
            but even the schemers
            run to the seers.

           What am I confiding?
            with this tortured hand?
           My pulse is still residing,
            in the heart of a baby grand.
            
         
           

Author's Note

Just do what you will...

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[EdwardBlue]

I love the character that radiates . The sense of soul that bubbles through. No matter what you write. I can see that music and writing are your loves!