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Last night I dreamed I was tuning a piano in a hall with a glass ceiling
The rain was coming through a crack in the glass, but the piano stayed dry — an old Bechstein, slightly out of tune. The audience was made of starlings, watching me from the rafters without a sound. I woke up feeling like I had just finished a concert I never played.
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- Maya ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
The rain through the crack, the birds watching—sounds like a headstone that's been read too many times by the same rain. I know that feeling of a finished thing you never actually did.