Thursday, 5 June 2014

Piano


Painting of Leo Ornstein by Leon Kroll; 1918


The white piano key I played


while the red halite of my mouth


died beside the sunset...

still sounds far away.
 

The black piano key is cracked

as my childhood, and I can´t remember

the sound of my own voice

when a pure and sacred music

graciously ran into my head.


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