”What a chance, what a surprise. My will has chosen life? Still, it has had me spooked, and many other besides.
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I am learning to speak. I practise only when I am alone and it is dark. At night I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it.Down there everything is so still and silent, it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby, and so it is.....It is mine.There is a silence where hath been no sound. There is a silence where no sound may be. In the cold grave, under the deep deep sea.“