A favourite poem to kick of my journal
snowcovered chalet
two people dance on the page
of piano fire
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full round notes, she plays
they pin themselves to the room
fall inside, they do
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the whole now half notes
touch the outside from within
symphonies untold
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liquid sound music
slowly drown the five senses
rise to the baton
~
conduct the fire
tongues unheard scream from her mouth
creating language
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