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| Photo by Sacha |
The sound that makes her violin sing
is the same that makes
my heart beat in time to the pluck
of bowstrings,
on chance, we dance, the ivory keys
bounce
the romance paired, feeling with every
ounce
of music, petals on the evening wind
this is our piece, at least
the mix of love and loss
marking the passage of time
sunsets, moonrise, lest the passions cease
a pause, her lips speak to me as she stands
beside my piano, barefoot on the sands
then we fade aways into the night
a mirage disengaging from sight.
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the words are mine, Amira Saleh is our music and Sacha the visual inspiration
copyright Michael van Vuuren.
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