A Night Alone with Chopin
By Nici
It is I, the one who strokes the keys The one who struggles to play along To sit alone and feel your pain Such misery embraces me through your song. The room is empty and cold inside Spirits surround me as I play I wonder what you were thinking While you printed your notes upon this page. Oh lost love, immortal soul How lovely is the hypnotic state That fulfills my everlasting thirst For I am cursed, being born too late. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 11:56 AM PST 0 • 10
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"It is I, the one who strokes the keys..."