The piano can play of happiness -
a stolen kiss, a lover's sigh.
(My hands move down the keys)
B flat sings of a husband's lie,
E flat fumes at an ex-boyfriend's success;
A flat tells of your pleas...
"Please, don't go!"
I start to play
a poem in C minor.
Minor keys whisper of lives in a mess;
a broken heart, a last goodbye,
drying tears he won't see.
I will not let him see me cry -
and although I know some have died for less,
he will not make me bleed.
"Please, don't go!"
I start to play
a poem in C minor.
For if I sink into dark depression,
discretion could be marred by aggression...




Shari


Maria 







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