SYMPHONY #12 IN E MAJOR

Wearily subsided in his chair
As he plays
Music, flowing through lined walls
As he furiously knocks upon keys
Oh, hopelessly he is caught
Guilty
Perfect is the melody
Fire, felt in harmony with released rhythm
Floating, Dancing, across room of dizziness
Guided by his spirit
Lifted, by his own
Drowns in it sleepy tones
Brilliant mosaics of light in all wonders.
Doors fly open
Arrested
Malice murder
Stop, you will break the spell
Leaving apartment
Hearing translucent symphony
Goes on in his head
For his orchestra will never end.

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