Last night you played on the piano keys of my heart
Unlocking the silent sonata within.
You died in my arms as I succumbed to the bow
Of your violin on my mood string of memory.
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The poem itself is deserving of an encore! Well done (standing ovation) , Susan! ! Brian
The idea of a 'sweet encore' appeals to me. Everything in life, material and non-material, should exist in an encore. That's the beauty of recycling.
This poem is a masterpiece It tells it all