The love of love for the love of music
Strand after strand, uncoiling matted coils of resentment
Rays of sun touch darkened moors of heart
Undulating reflexes of recognition
There’s static, souls clamouring for each other
Now stated, they move in tune, hearbeats racing one after the other
Dancing to the sound of music.
The music is not there
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