Sunday, May 3, 2009


Creaks in the wooden floor.
Candle placed upon the scene.
Match strikes against it's burn to light.
The crisp and crackle of it burning.
The light is so bright tonight.
The dark room is shattered with silence.
No cars, animals, voices, or laughter.
Brushes the seat, dust to away.
Flying in the air as sat upon the seat.
Hands gently tighten, placed upon the keys.
She plays tonight, with a candle light, for you baby.
Come home tonight and listen to me play.
First note, your love. Your mine to stay.

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