Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


The man who lives above me
Is going to move out soon
Taking his guitar with him

That he would softly strum
As the days became evenings
And the world seemed far away

It always reminded me
Of a slow sorrowful rain
Falling from a melancholy sky

As if he was playing
For someone who had left him
Without even saying goodbye

But now he will be gone
And the grey clouds will part
Carried away by the wind

That will bring another
With a different music
Whose strains are my fate to learn

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