Keys

Sit down again.. Stare at the page Didn’t this used to be a jumble.. Of characters never seen before? The black and white.. These were once ivory Wait.. Too long ago.. Turn the dial and vision is given A quick glance at the paper.. And a tense in my fingers Resting on the black and white voices of heaven Slow and melodic Pulsing.. along with my veins The voice of an angel is heard But the healing power wanes as the moon Ups and downs.. Nocturnal demons interrupt my waltz with heaven Such a wonderful gift, and I dont know how to repay.. To speak in such a language..  without words.. A quick trill and the melody ends Flying into a scale.. Emotion pours through my hands and arms So many feelings placed upon these keys.. What would I have done.. All those years.. Without a face to turn to And only this seat, keys and pedals.. Such a harmony emanates And I feel as if I’m lifted up to the sky Too bad this song couldn’t last longer.. Too bad I fell so quickly, at the last tone.. Another tear crosses a love filled face And the pain of rejection is apparent in her eyes.. If only I could help. But I’m her son, and can only give her a shoulder.. To lean upon A few kind words And a quick hug show I wont repeat.. The actions others have imposed upon her A bit of comfort is felt, I hope A glance back at the keys.. They must rest for the night Along with the guardian angels of this house A blue mist covers our bodies in protection Yet I still feel the pain.. Of another’s sorrow.. Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 12:27 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1