In the lonely night, I hear a soul's outpouring. From the piano, I hear the highs and the lows. Uplifting sorrows and ambiguous resolutions punctuated by moments between notes. The occasional repetition of practice. Chaos in transition, to a singular truth repeated once more, to lift us higher, and once more with soul. And that is it. No more do I hear from this soul in the night.
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