Piano

piano '98


her fingers float above ivory foam rivers
coming to terms over the rocks
They're hard crash - low key orchestration
eyes flutter at every new movement
as the tea bag sits happily in its dish

the aroma here is of everything
the taste garage sale antique
I’d sit in wonderment of this place
I would go there so often
always with a quiet understanding
that when the door closed
it could be lonely and cold
other times so vibrant
I wore shadow glasses
and she would always play
so soothing
I feel now the addiction to her fingertips
how I wished - I could be her piano
everyone must dream to be that beautiful

the sound would climb
it moved - grooved - the tempo - the crescendo
you the enigma - I the innuendo
the song so smooth
the ocean waves - the moon the stars
they are my conversation

now you are gone
I am only this mirror
as I wade through I take a drug
but it never takes me to this place

I sit starring at the walls
the keys start to fall
the melody is on
I start to go - I begin to float