Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Your Slice of Zen for the Day

"At night, I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it. Down where 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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