stuck in the corner
of the keyboard
a note reads
‘music is the stuff
that binds the body
to the soul’ and I thought
a Springsteen concert
could put me in
intensive care
but a harp might lower
my blood pressure
and save me
that Pythagoras knew
because he conceived
the music of the spheres
in harmonies of motion
to embody energy
into the motion of life
while the keyboard
stares back at me
I try to blend
melodious sounds
of nature through
this whiskey glass
into a robin’s aria
the song of whales
the jazzing of crows
if only I could piece
it together on these 88s
feeling the keys possess me
that I am only mortal
and the music
will go on without me
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Artwork by the author: 13.5″ x 16.5″, “Sharpie” Wide Tip Ink Marker on Watercolor Wash Sketch Paper
