Do you remember singing along?
Neither of us could ever manage
To harmonize our untrained voices
And our notes were even less in-tune
Than that second highest b-flat key
But that didn't stop us.
Not for a moment.
I can still recall
Exactly
The tone of voice, the facial expression
As my father made his complaints
About the racket we were causing...
He could never hear
The beauty in music
He could never see
The beauty in you
I yearn for those days when we sang
I want to go back... I want to be back there...
To feel the brush of your hand
As it passed over mine
To reach the highest octave
To watch again as your mouth opened
To try to sing louder than me
And to hear the sound get cut off completely
As I blocked your mouth with my own.
You always sounded sweeter,
To my ears.
But I always sounded sweeter,
To yours.
Or so you told me, not quite convincingly
In a vain attempt to not hurt my feelings...
Feelings that I never quite explained to you properly
Feelings that I kept secret to this day
So no one would ever realise
Just how much I hurt inside
Every time I come here since the accident
This house is so drenched
In the smell of your hair
And covered in haunting
Reminders of you.
I cannot even go near the piano
The visions of you playing would destroy me,
Utterly.
So it remains surrounded by ruins
Slowly collecting dust
Falling into disrepair...
Forever resounding
The second highest B-flat.
Gold trophy winner
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