Poem -

music shop...

music shop...

my mind keeps leading me back to the same place
under that old broken streetlamp we said farewell
someday, i hope happiness will find you
if only it was with me. . . but still I smiled and said
come visit me at the music shop where we first met

“I wanna hold on to your heart...I wanna hold on to your heart...I wanna hold on to your heart...”

say we’re still okay. . . though I know I’m not
here every day at the music shop where you can find me
on this day, I tell my piano what I used to tell you back then
perhaps this melody will reach you one day
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