Pavel Kushnir stood up from his piano, closed the lid, turned the key, knowing he would never play again.
Men in black coveralls took Pavel Kushnir away in a van, placed him in a stark white box, turned the key.
Pavel Kushnir refused to eat the food of his captors, then refused to drink the water of his captors.
Alone, cold, the ivory of his bones visible through his bruised and blackened skin, Pavel Kushnir died, silently.
Instead of flying to Berlin to play in plush recital halls, Pavel Kushnir stood up from his piano, shut the lid, turned the key, and stated that he opposed war.
Pavel Kushnir, rest in peace.
Parkstreet
2 comments:
Complex simplicity 🙌
His actions spoke for themselves, all I could do was say his name and keep out of the way of his courage and sincerity.
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