player piano

it wells up
into your heart

dies between there
and your throat

that longing
that passion
to live
to feel

moved
open
raw

keys
black and white
tears
clear as rain

play it again
but never tell
what it means

never put words
to beauty so soft
and lovely

(D. James)

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