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Read Poems by Marco Soto

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Keys , notes, minor or major all sit in the hand of the brilliant player. 

She sat at the keyboard, writing her adolescence in the key of B.


She didn't understand what I said. 

She's the piano. 

She's not sure what has me interested but I'm here to tell her. 

Her voice creates and reiterates my question of existence 

Why I'm alive or how I am or how the fuck this makes sense or how I got so lucky to be blessed with the audio waves or audio intake to my heart directly

Her song has moved keys from Minor to diminished 7th F 

She's writing to herself. 

Using her own voice to comfort a boy lost in his absent mind while hopping galaxies to find herself 

She sings as she plays the keys without opening her mouth or moving her hands

And I have no idea what expect in a trance

The ones she's put me in

The one she's caught me in in a place of pretend where I wasn't fucking insane. 

She is the piano with her lips

She is the piano with her voice

She is the piano with her existence

And she is the piano. Every song she plays just

Makes sense.

Copyright © Marco Soto | Year Posted 2017


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