camaraderie.

dissonance.
penetrating white and golden brass
behind honey-colored wood
and mahogany,
sugary trills
and waltzing horse hair,
actors
and puppeteers.
piano with british inflections,
a crescendo of laughs,
high-rise windows
and red-rose fingers.
stepping into storms and
walking out hand-in-hand;
we melt into a pot
and meld our passions
into iron walls.
words, lives,
chains of emotions
amalgamating.
love runs under beams of
glistening wood;
music too.
we build the ethos
of this room
ourselves,
build it from
insipid meals and midnight ties and
summer mondays,
from infinite sunday-afternoon hours,
from russian churches and cobblestone tallinn
streets.
we build it ourselves.
resolution.

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