Hands
Two years ago we met,and played piano with out hands,
and with our hearts.
My music was slow,
but yours had stopped and then, softly,
began once more.
Now i am fast,
and frantic notes said off,
into space and time.
But you are gone,
unable to hear, mind consumed,
by another player
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