Thy piano
Whence
played
On me
One evening
Dense
Music filled
methought
Half awake
Like a painting
As if you came...
Like a deity?
Perhaps...
Perhaps not...
Very much clear...
Real...
A bit distant
Like a flow
Felt,
Dwelt
Upon
Still...
Not knowing where it flew
me...
Thy piano
Whence played
On me
Thou arrived
Like a painting famed
Framed
La Joconde...
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