"At night I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby and so it is; it is mine. There is a silence where hath been no sound. There is a silence where no sound may be. In the cold grave under the deep deep sea."
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Posted on Saturday 25 February 2012.
3 months ago.