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An empty common room.
Comfy chairs and couches.
A piano.
One man silently enters
sits on the bench
takes a breath
and plays.
As his fingers move
along the keys
wonderful chords
emerge.
People trickle in
not making a sound
he plays on
song after song.
The music he makes
is beautiful
it runs around the room
touching everyone.
The music drifts through the air
so close
you could reach out
and take some for later.
When he finally stops playing
he is greeted by silence
followed by applause.
No one wanted him to end.
Comfy chairs and couches.
A piano.
One man silently enters
sits on the bench
takes a breath
and plays.
As his fingers move
along the keys
wonderful chords
emerge.
People trickle in
not making a sound
he plays on
song after song.
The music he makes
is beautiful
it runs around the room
touching everyone.
The music drifts through the air
so close
you could reach out
and take some for later.
When he finally stops playing
he is greeted by silence
followed by applause.
No one wanted him to end.
The talking around me
the noise
shouting, laughing, joking
joyful chatter.
I wander through
take a seat
listen to the sound
close my eyes.
My eyes flash open
at a shriek
coming from behind me
I turn.
A man standing
hatred on his face
knife against the neck
of a young girl.
My hand flails and I
am no longer the bystander
I stare at the man
in horror.
His expression does not soften
does not waver
he cuts deep
and I see nothing more.
the noise
shouting, laughing, joking
joyful chatter.
I wander through
take a seat
listen to the sound
close my eyes.
My eyes flash open
at a shriek
coming from behind me
I turn.
A man standing
hatred on his face
knife against the neck
of a young girl.
My hand flails and I
am no longer the bystander
I stare at the man
in horror.
His expression does not soften
does not waver
he cuts deep
and I see nothing more.
That's based on something that sort of happened. I was at a camp, and we came down to the common room area and there was this guy playing the piano for a long time.




None of them really have names…
I ran
like never before.
I ran
with speed never seen.
With each step,
each footmark in the snow,
with every cold, icy breath,
my anger grew, and sadness along with it.
I heard my name
called desperately from behind.
The voice held confusion and sadness.
I kept running.
I heard heavy footfalls, panting
someone giving chase.
I didn't look back,
I didn't slow.
Rounding a corner, I paused,
Should I…? I wondered.
No. The answer came fast and strong.
They are dead to you now.
Though the words came from me
I knew they were not true
only what I wished.
I sighed and ran on.
I did not stop
not until I reached a field
a field I knew well
I ran down to a small hill
and lay in the snow.
My worries, my pains,
my anger, my sadness,
everything melted away
but happiness and calm.