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photograph Elizabeth Bazhenov

The Cage

Anahatt Virk

Fingers run across my keys. Feet push on my pedal. And eyes glare.

As enjoyable as it seems, I grow tiresome of it all. Too many notes fill my head.

The little girl plays in the living room. Not alone, But with me.

I am overworked. I yearn to be set free. Rid of the living room once and for all. Alas, I am stuck. The little girl will not let go. She will continue to play, day after day. This living room will be where I spend the rest of my days. This living room is one I will not miss. This living room is my cage.

For numerous hours a day, She stays put, and lets her fingers Take control. I hum the melodies. I sing the songs. Beethoven, Mozart, Ed Sheeran, you name it.

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