Every now and then
the whisper points and leads.
Those first notes sweet and suggestive;
the next ones haunting and hallowing.
Quietly I listen.
Quietly I
play.
Where does this melody wish to go?
Open, available, I yearn to know.
Simply play.
Quietly.
Softly stay.
I find
I miss
I float the wish
Slowly, lovingly
note follows note.
Every now and then.
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