It's the weightlessness of not being heard. The raindrop splashing off the surface of the porch table makes energetic fireworks of water. The tiny melody I can pick out of a piano's huge span... they all want to be played together. The major and the minor do not want to be separate anymore. The happy and sad tire of the way their story of opposites has been drawn out for so long; they tire of the way one is always left alone, one always prominent and then the other. It is beginning to feel monotonous, like side entertainment while the eyes glance expectantly towards the main attraction: fullness.
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