On the days where I simply give up with words,
I
consult with the black and white keys and I converse with the strings.
I wish
we could all speak with music.
Things would be less complicated.
Pure emotion.
Not a harmful or hurtful thing would be uttered.
Then again, neither would
compliments or encouraging words.
Or maybe they would be.
Maybe they would find
a way.
Both extremes seem to always be able to be heard.
The keys, the strings,
the pure hollow sound.
Music to my ears, music to my mouth.
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