The Belated Instrumental Solo# Prose - 散文.原创文学板
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The Belated Instrumental Solo
You play for me
Stream of notes
Like breeze dancing in a spring garden
On your thirty-year-old birthday night
I am utterly out of breath
“Never played piano before”
Your apologetic epilogue
Cut, so abruptly, into
The fading of
My trilling souls
Waltzing, blending
Voices
Melodies
And Tempos
My bravo freezes—
How could it be?
I mean, how it could be!
How could you repress
“IT” for decades
and never stoke a key?
Yet now you arrive
So suddenly, though finally, yet force
You play for me
Stream of notes
Like breeze dancing in a spring garden
On your thirty-year-old birthday night
I am utterly out of breath
“Never played piano before”
Your apologetic epilogue
Cut, so abruptly, into
The fading of
My trilling souls
Waltzing, blending
Voices
Melodies
And Tempos
My bravo freezes—
How could it be?
I mean, how it could be!
How could you repress
“IT” for decades
and never stoke a key?
Yet now you arrive
So suddenly, though finally, yet force