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As each note you play descends,
One by one, the staircase of my mind,
I too am swept down, pulled along
As song you seem to find
Effortlessly – floating, falling,
Weightless in our air; then plucked
As ripe fruits from their branches,
Clandestine, somewhere deeply-tucked
In forests dense as sound,
Deep as bass, and dimly-lighted –
I wonder – In this song will I be found
At last, when we are no more unrequited?