she plays too well
he is amazed at this
when his anger
melts into love
when his love
melts into the sense
of the
divine
the silence clings
like a vine to
the wall
the cold winds
blow
the leaves undefeated
he tells her
well done
he asks her
to slow down a bit
so he can savor
the notes of her song
like sweetness to
his tongue
RIC S. BASTASA
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