3/2/11

Chopin
By Carly Wells


sometimes there are no words.

only Chopin says what I've been stretching out my neck

to say.

only the violence of the piano can express

all that needs to be expressed.

there are no words.

none left

i've cried them all, with urgency and haste.

they're all spit out into the atmosphere

only the piano now remains

to calm my lips and ease my chest.

only the piano, now remains.


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21 years old, going after social justice issues in California. She writes whenever something stirs her deeply, and spoken words alone wont suffice.