Play it while reading. Or after. It’s worth it anyway…

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Pitter patter on the street,

Raindrops on a violin

Falling like notes on a sheet,

Long after the last complin,

Night has come, full of mystique

One might fear or one might seek,

Its dark mantle fit for kings

Hath fallen and giveth wings

To ideas and thoughts most wild

That grow in adult and child

Don’t you want to dream again?

If only to relieve th’pain?

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A little unfinished something (voluntarily for once) that I wanted to share. Might come back to rework on it later; I feel it needs to be longer, more like the length of a full song.