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Oh these little kids and people I know not
As they gather around while I play a melancholy
Some cry, some laugh, 
some fall in Love while others are lost in thought
I play the tune to forget my pain
To let the poems talk to you in tunes
I sit here all alone, playing the tunes
while the crowd inside my head appears before me
When I hit the high notes, my brows twitch
the memory finds a dark corner in the street
May be to cry? or may be to pray? Who knows
I hit the lows and the memories mysteriously disappear 
but I can hear them, feel them, there they are
I see this kid playing all alone
All he ever had was his mom to play with
or dad to talk to. no friends. 
He sits there looking at me, lost in my music
I see another young man, full of dreams with lots of fears
his Love, his dreams, his passion dancing in his eyes
I wonder if its just an illusion he wanted to trap himself in
I see a man, old, relaxed and tapping his feet
Wonder what he is painting behind those closed eyes?
Why does he cry, I ask myself.