Kelly Kanayama

you were once a rich sonata in the orchestrated light that maneuvered itself deftly through my mind in soaring flight with crescendos that would make my blood run swift within my veins and ritardandos that would slow the world and all its earthly pains but hearken to the music now, so frenzied and erratic the silver notes are dissonant, the syncopation static the arms of the conductor heavy-laden with self-doubt the spotlight wavers on the stage before it flickers out so the music must be over and it comes as no surprise but how sad that such a melody has met with this demise

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