Prelude

The piercing light of the highest C

The reverb of the lowest G

I wonder if my tastes were skewed

I wonder if they were preludes

 

The signatures in 3/4

The 7/8 that left me floored

I wonder if they set the mood

I wonder if they were preludes

 

The sweet symphonic reveries

The songs I played, that then played me

I wonder, in their plentitude

I wonder if they were preludes

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