Sunday, April 18, 2010

When You Say Nothing At All by Alison Krauss

over/easy

like a broken
music box

it doesn't play (out) like
i wanted

or

expected it to, and
at

the end of the day
a

broken (prom)ise
is

just the same

as a broken piano

(and shards of broken glass
like notes of music
float

in

from the other room) but
it

is over,
it is through.
there shall

be

no more music.

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