I hear the keys that turn the lock
Docking the piano strings
In phrases
O how you sing
Your jaw grinds, slightly
When you wind down that road
From disbelieve
But I can’t see
We grieve
In dark tones
Teach ourselves
In endless tomes
On Sunday morning
You write me when it rains
Let it pour
Out of you, out of me
And drink it in
My favourite sound, I feel
You are within
Always
Within reach
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