Another etude dances through the air
Reminding me that you aren't there.
More ballades with their rhyme and beat
Chopin's opi seem less sweet.
I sing with the canta's sweeping note
The bitter melody catches in my throat.
A Baroque capri floats lively and free
But there is little comfort in't for me.
The sonata's wandering fantasy tones
But I still feel your loss in my bones.
A suite can liven my sorrowful heart
But in it I feel no depth of art.
The dulcet nocturne evokes the night
When I fight the tears with all my might.
Schumann's tocatta taps out a tune
this bittersweet music tells me it's too soon.
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