Hour Four: A Hazy Memory

A decaying piano left in the desert

Gathering playa and dust

You take a seat and start to play

 

The hammer strikes the chalky strings

The air fills with hazy clouds, muffled notes

A familiar and haunting tune

 

And though the sounds are flat and off

Make my eye twitch and skin crawl

Still I am mesmerized by this image of you

 

Playing as fervently and passionately as

An evocative concerto

And only just for me

3 thoughts on “Hour Four: A Hazy Memory

    1. It’s a Burning Man reference. Playa refers to the dried up lakebed it is held on and the specific kind of dust that exists there.

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