Music is imprisoned
between the lines of a staff
And her piano has the keys
that set every note free.
-They set each other free.
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
Piano keys
Music is imprisoned
between the lines of a staff
And her piano has the keys
that set every note free.
-They set each other free.
