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Piano Broke.

In one beat,
I can still hear the music she played, the emotional beats that set my soul at ease while hers blazed.
one sound, one Each beautiful, harmonic note burning more and more each time, leaving no room for anything else.

We wrote these words together, the music sheet was the only document we used to solidify our perfect
song, it was as union, like a marriage certificate of sorts. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and the piano could
not get enough of us. I miss those days, I long for such moments.
though we Then the tunes broke, each note felt like a drag. No rhythm, we were no longer in sync. She was burnt
out and I was trying to fix scattered broken glass. Our piano broke and no matter how much I tried to
held a hold it with glue, it didn’t matter.

concert, and She was the muse for these new lyrics, the only thing that blew away the dust on this old piano. Now
broken, nothing to hold on to. Divorced. We no longer make sense because we were held together by
the piano.
our only

audience were

our

hearts moving

to the

hypnotic feel
Acrylic on Canvas
of the i: 24’ by 30’
2021

moment.