You shouldn’t whisper your heart so loud
she told me quite some time ago, always right
like the scissors splitting paper into two. I had
to listen to the music in the background and the
band singing their hearts, while the artists painted
masterpieces. A festival in motion as hard pressed and
free as the ground. The audience came back together
when it was worth their while, if only just a little while.
On a keyboard there lay a heart sitting on two keys
being split evenly along the notes, depending on song.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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