To Become Your Pianist Poem by Mike Gift

life is immense,
can you understand that?
can you imagine it?

how far can you go?
how much can you see?

why? why? why? why? why? why? why?
why? why? why? why? why? why? why?

we spend too much time wondering why,
why? why? why? why? why? why? why?

have you heard the sea cries?
the leaves sing?

did your love ones brush your hair lightly,
like the breeze does?

in this infinite world,
where is the line?
all i could do is but finite.

but on these keys of eighty-eight,
there is no end.
hey girl, open your eyes,
i can already hear the song playing.