The right chord not yet reached
only the first note
A major, stumbling middle note.
The stage set
yet the singer can not remember
the exact lines
the time running out
the noisy clamour of the audience
fills the air
The singer forgets the song
the strings broken,
stuttering and stammering,
the crowd,
your heart breaks,
curtain not yet fallen
what about the show?
what about the song?
what about your sad heart?
It fails, the gloomy November,
saddest of songs,
like everything else
it also fails...
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