A Composer’s Dream

The rain falls
like notes
on the asphalt,
the sky,
a composer’s dream,
and he weeps
while his fingers
glide across
the keys
and all the gray
that’s in-between
is where
the music is
within the rain,
between ebony
and ivory.

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3 thoughts on “A Composer’s Dream

  1. ʞɐ says:

    Beautifully written. :)

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