Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Piano Four Hands

This is so
plain
it's 
almost ivory-
pale—but 
contrary motion—still
runs parallel

maintaining 
promise named 
tempo while streaking—
out 
in discrete 
staffs that play-live on the same
pages—
and that's 
how 
it's 

music—that I kiss you
goodbye

while you—
kiss me,
instead—
Awake.

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