3:30 AM today
though yesterday has not yet ended.
I awoke somewhere else at 11,
and came home at 2.
did nothing till 7,
and then I played Brahms.
Who, if you're not familiar
wrote music that sounds
how a sunset would sound
if it stimulated the ears,
and not the eyes.
It tells of a lifetime spent,
needing, loving,
and needing to love.
Take in a lifetime of love through your ears,
every kind: truthful, earnest, wrenching,
and see how the rest of your night goes.
Create a lifetime of love, and I'll tell you:
It will blur.
Mine blurred at a bar, that smelled like a bar.
Where I wondered how all that remains unchanged
from when he lived,
is beer.
Author notes
It's 3:30AM, what do you want from me?
Comments
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very clever, thanks for your entry
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Excellent
A rather unique write. I loved your surprise ending. You've expressed yourself very well indeed. Thanks for sharing.
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