Tuesday, February 6, 2018

Piano - Feb 6, 2018


I see you...
tapping your keys at the beach
pulling my strings with every stroke
as the waves sneak to your feet... to fiddle 

I hear you...
quavering melodies to the wind
drifting my emotions with a cork
as my bottled message anchors... a paddle 

I need you...
conducting my breath at the podium 
orchestrating dawn through fog
as the ink sheds on your lid... a fallen feather.

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