THE VIOLINIST AND HIS PIANIST. / KTH

twenty

one week left.

i played until

my fingers grew numb

and until i had to stop

to take a breath

because i was too

caught up in our song.

he played until

beads of sweat

starting running down

his forehead and

until his neck ached

because he had supported

his violin for too long.

i decided that practice

for today was enough,

but he persisted on

playing more,

and soon i was persuaded,

and we pulled an all-nighter

again,

but i didn't mind it too much

because i was spending

this time

with him.