Piano Poem by Erin McBride
Piano
Soft ivory sinking into the key slip
making their sound sone
into the vial distance.
Poisoning it when it evaporates -
silence.
Filling the air;
deafening those who can't hear -
thawing the bones of those who are broken.
Empty, alone
the reverberation making you feel alive
heart beating - living.
Ivory making love to the strings
forever wishing.. hoping to feel
my piano.
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5/17/2024 7:57:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
as it beats to a tune we can hear...iip