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A Musicians Wife

 Between the visits to the shock ward
The doctors used to let you play
On the old upright Baldwin
Donated by a former patient
Who is said to be quite stable now.
And all day long you played Chopin, Badly and hauntingly, when you weren't Screaming on the porch that looked Like an enormous birdcage.
Or sat In your room and stared out at the sky.
You never looked at me at all.
I used to walk down to where the bus stopped Over the hill where the eucalyptus trees Moved in the fog, and stared down At the lights coming on, in the white rooms.
And always, when I came back to my sister's I used to get out the records you made The year before all your terrible trouble, The records the critics praised and nobody bought That are almost worn out now.
Now, sometimes I wake in the night And hear the sound of dead leaves against the shutters.
And then a distant Music starts, a music out of an abyss, And it is dawn before I sleep again.

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