Ballet practice/ Kore

Kore

Am I just another monument
You carved your pain into
Another piece of clay
You turned into a statue of your hurt
I stand there collecting dust in a museum
Of mistakes you’ve moved on from
I watch you – unable to move
From a far and from up close
It doesn’t really matter

Either way
You always seem out of my reach

Ballet practice

You picked me up from ballet practice
We would always end our class
With Comptine D’un Autre Été
Every Monday
Or was it Wednesday?
You looked at me and said
“This song is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard”
It moved you – so it moved me
Nothing has moved you in years

So I found out what it’s called
And started learning to play it on our home piano
I never had any lessons, so I struggled terribly
But oh what I would do to make you feel some type of joy

White, black, left, right
And back again
I memorized the movements of my fingers on the keys
And I played it nearly everyday
Trying to get you back
Bring some life into that hollow room

Years after
You put down the bottle
But I don’t think I ever got you back

And you forgot you even liked the song
It didn’t matter that much after all
But I remembered