(Edited version of original that's truer to its original inspiration)
Your note struck on piano
Made a chord ring in my heart
But the feeling then fell flat:
B-natural played as sharp
Though our very first meeting
Was a double harmony
Soon both our ears were ringing
In song's bitter irony
Perhaps you misunderstood--
I meant no acrimony
My insults signaled true love's
Awkward, desperate testimony
Since both my hands reached out
To beat the single talking drum, I
Made my meter frantic and unsure
And sounded such a lonely bum
So delicate, then, forceful!
And full of misplayed notes
My aria is awful...
Better leave it in my throat
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
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