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  • “Bach was on his motorbike, back and forth over the night rosin.” – Susan Perly, ‘Mood For Night’



    The sound of music through the walls: it’s Bach again
    the cello penetrates the room, violent and dark as night
    He’s forcing that deep C, crushing the chords
    trampling over my skin with a breathless rhythm
    that’s just barely stitched together in the transitions

    God, it stings
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