Mar 10
3 min read
POETRY
The Piano
The notes that fall within the fertile soul
I am the piano, your fingers work the keys
And every breath of life that I’ve resisted is released
I am the piano, your fingers write the chords
I’m here beneath your fingertips, they intonate the words
Words like water, lilting phrases, stimulating tenderly
Rivers that exist within and far beyond the body that you see
As I am lying open…
