Life, Death, Piano
a man, aging yet still of play
for he, a piano plays he
and piano plays he well
but die does our aging man
for he, dead, yet playing on
and piano plays beyond
as born is a child born
for he, a piano plays he
and how plays our child well
a gift, piano, barely learned
but known in this child
as once known in aging man
and thus man in child born
for he, a piano plays he
as forever our piano be
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