Tristan Robert Lange
wooden keys
the tinny harpsichord
hammer-plucks out its
hard rhythm on
wooden keys—
ebony matte—
the sound
resounds
within a failed
rebound.
chord harpies
haunt my hopeless
halls of harrowing hell.
even silence—
soundlessness—
becomes its own
suffocating song.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 1, 2025.
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