The Soloist Poem by Sandra Feldman
The Soloist
Like a musical instrument,
Perhaps, a classical piano,
My favorite sound,
I rebound and vibrate
When I hear your name,
You know, very well
That after seeing you,
I was never the same!
You've stolen
My heart, my Life
My Domain,
And now,
Even in the darkness
Of my solitude
I see you!
Just the same,
As I, become
The Soloist
Of my lonely Concerto,
Called, "Pain".
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5/13/2024 5:33:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderfully made message of lost love....10+++