The Piano That Is My Mind

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Your fingers
pause, bent over the keys of the piano
the piano that is my mind
you force sweet melodies to rise forth
from my throat
melodies which you have given to me
and the temp increases
the rhythm beating wildly in my soul
pounding to be set free
dum ba da dum bum
madly I sing forth the notes
singing with a voice that is no longer my own
the voice soars, as your hands float over the keys

until someone wanders through me
up into the cabinets of my mind,
where they tear you from the piano
I hesitate, and then the someone that is me
sits and with a glance at your fleeting back
places delicate fingers on the keys
and I begin to sing my own song

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