can you hear the playing
on my piano can you
name the tune is it
possible for you to do
can you hear my heart
beating ever so musicly
to reach and tickle your ears
just to touch and & nibble
just a little or maybe enough
to get something started
stirring something up
to a much higher degree
fire burning out of control
rubbing sticks & stones toegether
unrobed ritualisticaly magicaly
delicious Rasta Fire hot sauce
on top buttered biscuits
pale red splattering on the keys
smudges in the capeting
instrumentally lingering inviting
hard to fight back the feeling
bout to open up some emotions
looking up at the ceiling
reflection in the chandelier
the song stops playing
it's time to go home
The Immortal Wize
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When It Is Over
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