no/yes
I write today a solo
after reading poems
of music about music
left hand/right hand
some refer the sound
to architecture
some the notes
as cold as glass
a child's hand
creates
in no tradition
freely as
a roofless imagination
a zen pianist plays
ruined pianos
letting all the weathers in
good news/bad news
letting the music out
to the laws of chance
gravitational waves
whispering a capella
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