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Songlike
A song by me,
set to the echoed harmony
of the wind,
Plays silently
across an invisible violin...
the backdrop of my cries.
And soon I will
subside into trembles
when her warm voice
rains crescendos
'cross this land no more...
Where has this melody gone?
Baby, I'm still playing..
But without the words your saying,
my demise is instrumental...
"reaching out for a chime...
I promise,
even the ringtone
of unanswered phones
seems orchestrated this time..."
