Visually Impaired











I think I’m going blind, any time now
the notes are going
the clefs are going
even the sharps and flats are going
so are the slurs and staccatos.

How about the chord symbols?
they seem to have vanished
Even the double barlines had
abandoned me, what’s left
are just memories
of the good old songs

Still linger on, like a dried leaf
in a windy afternoon.








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