Microscope left on the piano
no one plays
tonight. Parades in the cold
silence this close study
of notes. Lids down,
I can hear
the blizzards that hum
without strings.
Microscope left on the piano
no one plays
tonight. Parades in the cold
silence this close study
of notes. Lids down,
I can hear
the blizzards that hum
without strings.