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  Another song yet to play Maybe a breath left or A chorus for the heartbeat away Gradually she fades like my memory From colours to black and white Long forgotten scenery Melody he makes for falling soldiers at war For widows, the lost children Sorrowful voice from an open door Like the fog at night Their souls we welcome For our right we crave In the name of freedom, we fight to the grave Pictures of my mind I paint Through rythms, whispers so faint My all I’ve lost, my heart can’t trust Silence of the mist With eyes open, into my fears I fall I am The Pianist.    

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This article was first published on 27th July 2012

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2 thoughts on “Poem Of the Week: The Pianist”

  • Keep doing the good work KOBE.

    • thanks Michael,just doing what i do best 

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