Sonata

If you could breathe
beyond reason and pain
you wouldn’t ask
why is this light eater
sang with tears.If you could play
the piano like
a maniac
drugged with cinnamon and mint
you would understand
why making tea
is like watching a rose
dying in battle,
in victory.
You would understand
dear friend,
that music is for those
who drink red wine
and foggy tea.

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