Backstage of the auditorium of my high school was a wonderful place. It was musty, with an old beat-up couch, a bookshelf of old books - and a piano. (I recycled a line, also.)

"Fragile Glass Melody" (#60)
The piano wailed at your touch,
wearing your fingers like a crutch.
I smoke illicitly backstage,
spouting out fumes of rage.
That fragile glass melody
just wouldn't let me be.

I truly never loved you more,
though nothing is like before.
Skipping class to be with you,
feeling all my heartache anew.
Through the melody you progress,
never so oblivious
to the love I felt for you -
just to see your self most true.

Do you remember - those
      strings you used to play?
I remember - I
      remember every day.

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