What incredibly large ears this pianist had!!! It is said, and oft repeated, that ones ears continue to grow. I will admit mine to have rather a head start on this; however If such growth has taken place, it is dwarfed by what we see here!
This is a fine example of an unfortunate accident while making a composite photograph wherein the result is much more interesting than the one intended by the photographer or layout artist.
girl not Sue not even Sioux;
very lovely indeed.
Her silent feet would pace the night away,
(This feline, onyx, crost my path apace;)
From thwarting silence, thoughts of lost love stray,
(Though padding softly, sporting lost love’s face.)
Appeared she, lofty, when I saw her then.
(Though not sincerely real, an I lament)
I felt her smile, soft; I feel, as when…
(We dwelt in hours, not of ours, spent.)
Love of my heart, O whither hast thou gone!
(Doth silent now and withered step thy wake;)
How empty hath thy pedestal, thereon,
(Condemnt our path–recalleth our mistake.)
But no! lamenting love were wrong; but O!
Unspent, thy steps have left me, long ago.
Lost so quietly,
as such things usually go;
does one ever know?