November 21, 2020 / 1 comment

Posthumous

    A melancholic birdsong
    Sung at twilight
    Sings of the waning Day,
    The coming Dark.
    Profound yet indefinable.
    Profoundly ineffable.

    The joy within the melancholy.

    [inspired by page one of Chopin’s Nocturne 20 in C# minor (posthumous). We’ll see what page 2 brings.

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