A melody and you expressing it,
your life evolving to an end, where
dark metres drift unheard
at the edge of it. The hard line
unfolds parted by its single note,
no echo's accomplished even now.
In our high room the polished notes
close in. I hear too often
your frailty masked with passion.
Piano Lesson
Roland John
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Poem topics: dark, life, passion, edge, room, single, hear, hard, high, melody, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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