For No One

I couldn’t tell
where the sound
was coming from.

I fancied I heard notes
as thin and sharp as silver.
Then golden notes.
Warm and rich and strong.

Then I saw him.

He played for himself,
unaware that he now had
an audience of one.

He blew his notes over the wall.

I watched them fall,
gently and gracefully,
into the canal.

They barely caused
a ripple.


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