Merak Magazine

The Dark Keys

I have the piano keys, Printed on my body. Black and white, Dull and bright. At some points, Notes are the darkest. At others, Just an unheard sigh. The darkest ones, Took the most beating. Play these together, To hear…

A Street Musician’s Plea

Sure, I screwed up somewhere along the line. But at least I held onto this guitar, even if I can’t afford new strings. And I know some old songs, not from my childhood exactly, but I’m hoping they’re from yours.…