a note;
ringing from the stage
in the palace of my mind
filling the empty audience
with memories;
ghosts.
theyve drifted away
like a handful of dried leaves
in the autumn
gust.
music makes me better;
notes will make me stronger;
i dont need anything else, just the
music
to help me climb over this
impossible
hill.
i drank the crescendo
and devoured the refrain
like its my last
chance
like i will never be
whole
again;
but
the music dies,
the curtain hides,
and the strength to
continue
is center stage
3:02 pm mst
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