her fingers caress the keys
white and black
to sound and back.
they sit and smile
knocking glasses
as time passes.
relax, concentrate
a youthful mind
the joy it finds.
in simple pride
and quiet praise
she acts her age.
muffled noise
through doors closed
a wall imposed.
i stand and stare
can't understand
this wasn't planned.
of my doing
memories blur
remorse stirs.
i can't lose them
but to connect
i musn't protect.
the secrets lie
within the keys
inside of me.
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