Every time I see your face across my mind, life
whispers it's silent good-byes, as it takes leave
of all senses and drifts deeply into imagination's
abysses.
Withdrawn, walking along make-believe shorelines,
listening to waves beat against my heart.
Sating all senses, all feeling, with imaginary
music, playing it in my quiet mind, turning it
towards reality to be played in future years when
I sit before a grand piano.
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