The tones on the piano
change as each tear falls,
hits the ground, and dies.
The tune of the piano
gets sadder, more desolate,
after each sob and sigh.
The pitch of my voice
matches that of the foghorn
blowing in the stillness.
The pain in my voice
grows with each cry,
drowning out the world.
© Antonio Beardall
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