The River
The notes keep flowing
from page to page
without any rests
for me to catch my breath.
Nightfall comes,
the music slows,
allowing me to steal air
between the sheets.
As daybreak hits
the melody picks up
causing my notes to rush,
getting slightly ahead of tempo.
Ever changing rhythms
keep them from penetrating
the deep silence within me.
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