Wednesday, June 11, 2008


i cannot recall the last time you  played the piano.
the mice around you while the keys hit the ground. 
you kept on playing louder for me. 
but they would still run across the room. 
why did you stop playing? 
the nights became eternal notes of cautious solitude. 
your piano is no longer black. 
dust evolving into a vision of monster. 
the keys fade black into one another. 
no sound derives. 
satin blue sheets mixed with fragrance of admiration.
smashed petals stuck to candle wax.
 all of those insomnia nights. 
you on the piano.
 a subtle lullaby goodbye.

text by: the female zoo