Bronze brass breathe deep and stares do seethe
the show before our gazing heaps
of noise and silent gushing cares
praised hallowed reaping notes do creep.
Then silent walls begin to speak
the noise once hidden in the hush
begins to pull and slip unstuck
to frame a noise distracting beats.
Once focus glides towards bolstered horns
now concentrate their blare no more
i focus more upon the floor
which holds the book that broke the score.
Eyes rub roughly upon my back
annoyed I brace now looking at
the same nude head before my face
but lost among a trail untraced.
If only friction fixed the place
of pages held and gravitate
not to the floor but coiled embraced
upon the piano where it was laid.
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