I’m envious of
the movie characters
who have an automatic soundtrack
to their lives;
they know what they are
supposed to feel by the
tide-rise swelling of notes,
they feel the
important
moments
in the middle of living them
while an orchestra plays its sea shore chords,
and they pause and reflect
in times to remember
when the petal notes of a
piano
unfold
across
the keys.
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