The Musical PainA Poem by Nima.HopeThanks to Chopin!
I shouted and left the room Like a thunder gazing at desert Passed to my bedroom to empty my flourishing anger Then I looked at my shelf A book with a photo of Chopin I took it myself and came to the PC To hear him play He told my pain to the piano The piano retold it for me With the hands of Chopin I listened to the Nocturne Sounded like a walking rain Each drop of it was a blood Moving through my brain with pain Music, Music , Music The accessible calming drug to gain Over and over again I was hearing my pain I saw Chopin's soul calling me A genius that has become insane © 2022 Nima.HopeAuthor's Note
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