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Playing Piano
POETRY

Opus 160, No. 6

memory, through Heinrich Lichner

by Jamie L.

Pale fingers stretched across ivory and charcoal keys,
legs too short to tip-toe on the pedals.
I learned this song in order to appease,
hoping to win a couple medals.

 

Legs too short to tip-toe on the pedals,
it remains a melody everlasting -
Hoping to win a couple medals -
Like wordless serenades in the wind.

It remains a melody everlasting,
a memory always passing
like wordless serenades in the wind,
drowned out by a river tear blue-tinged.

A memory always passing,
I learned this song in order to appease -
Drowned out by a river tear blue-tinged,
pale fingers stretched across ivory and charcoal keys.

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