bee
love is a honeybee
passing and becoming
all things between us
After Los Angeles (April 10, 1964 — for Glenn Gould’s piano)
Under absent hands, keys grow cold and the world’s softest hammers cease inside of a black, wooden coffin as the strings turn pale with dust and silently lose their tune.
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