Keys

by ImIndelible   Aug 20, 2008


A day has pasted without a single note
you sit there fingers on the keys but nothing happens
you've stared out the window waiting,
waiting for that moment.
still nothing happens then
an unbearably sweet song comes and your fingers fly across the keys,
then it ends again once more and a tear rolls down my cheek

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