Tears falling, notes swelling,
a breath of silence –
this is the sound of music.
The grand piano in the stage
called me like an old friend –
that warm feeling of familiarity,
reminiscent of a bittersweet memory.
I shook hands with her,
she took mine with comforting hands.
We made love in front of thousands
of people waiting to hear my music.
(I gave them more than they asked for.)
As if in ecstasy, my hands moved on their own.
They did not need guidance
for they know how to make
the piano move…
This is the sound of music.
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