The Pianist is a Murderer

The pianist is a murderer, each
Key caressed on its black
And white skins, existing on
A most uncertain life as
The maestro kills him at
Each loving stroke.

Different black shapes of
Circled head, emanate
From the keys and fingers,
Floating in the air to
Dance with one another.
Like the vapors from steaming
Lakes, they fly and soon whisper
Their last.

The pianist is a murderer.
Kills each black balloon as
Soon as they whispered or
Shouted their presence; but
Each individual creative
death and undercurrent of
creative violence, gives birth
To a musical piece.

The pianist murderers,
To become a master creator.

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Eclipse

We kiss under the roof of nimbus clouds,
Trying to tame a fire so long due.
Tempering the burning of wood,
Invoking rain and snow flakes
To cover the ember-red skin,
And rush a spring on two
Eclipsing lips.

Though rain starts to pour
On the passionate phenomenon,
No amount of snow,
coolness of rain, can stop
Ember so burning tattooed
On lovers’ skin to sleep.

Eclipse of total panoramic two moons,
One night of eclipsing passion.

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