New Occidental Poetry

To Play Once More

In days gone by through Venetian panes
The sun floewd through as I'd play Saint-Saens
Your arms on mine a romance to amaze
Still a warm memory of halcyon days
The bitter fruit of failed amour
Further contretemps within my lore
Shall the ivories sing anew?
Or an art to be shuttered, an algid flue?
The songs I wrote for her sit upon
The piano's face with key lid drawn
My fingers hover above its face
With heavy heart I decide my pace
Does she reemmber those days gone by?
I find I have little reason to scry
I set my jaw to play music once more
My art cares little for any painted whore

- Larsen Halleck