Seated at my beloved piano I play my song
To all who would hear
The darkness my canopy
Seated I play my song to all who can hear
Silence replying as I play on the medley of my heart
But why can't anyone hear me? Why isn't anyone replying?
Is this any good?
Is this any sad?
What is the medley I'm playing?
What am I?
Looking beyond the familiar wood, there was only darkness and my face reflected at me
The same face in my heart and without
Seated I play my song
To all who can hear
The darkness my canopy.
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Ambience (Poetry Book 2)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my second book of poetry with the first, "Poems of the Atmos". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was made by me with Canva a...
