Piano rose above the frost line.
Sweet music cold and still.
She held that note and damn the cost.
I just had to get my fill.
My attention was the darkness
Gold light did touch her face.
I’m so attracted to your beauty, dear.
My mind is in that race.
Now, I hunger for the quiet.
And how that used to be.
Before the beauty and the music.
Before this madness that I see.

Too good👍😊
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Thank you! You can relate?
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Yes too some extent!
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