When the music ends.

Chords rattle a colourful melody,

fingers scurry over heavy keys,

all listen transfixed

by the lilt of the music,

as the stars whisper down

and moon three quarters radiant

travels towards the mountains,

and we all begin to perceive

the degradation and lies

that the music speaks to the disappearing moon,

and we all applaud wildly as the moon sinks

and the music ends,

the lone pianist stands up

to take his bow.


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