minor- D- C A sharp

You know/ every night/ I have a dream/ there’s a heavenly music/
If it’s not jazz/ then it should be electric blues strain/
Letters and words are summed up/ sliding off/ I lose them/
The apple of sense’s rolling/ from the edge of the plate/

Sweet sounds are rolling/ sharp- D-C-A- minor /
Space/ or better the surface/ is motionless dead/
The most sinless abyss/ from all musical depths/ is lying/
The apple of sense is rolling/ incomprehensible dread/

You know/ every night there’s this music/ May/ snow/
Deep voice/ seems so dear/ is singing the magic tune/
A boy playing piano/ an old concert hall/
My eyes become wet/ as the pearl of the moon/

The voice/ is hidden/ behind the order of lines/
Instead of the text/ I hear rustling trees choir/ it gets dark/
Trusting the shadows/ I know/ it’s the creator – G.O.D./
Stands holding the note with the written minor- D- C –A – sharp/

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