Hour 4–The Pianist

He read the quiet ether

lingering for impulse

entrancing moved the keys but

her ribs played his notes

 

her ribs played his notes

she invited knowing fingers

gathering a fist of music

palmed gently like a bird

 

clean wood shone

her ribs played his notes

whispering clanging

ringing filled the room

 

lifted from her cage

vibration came crashing

her ribs played his notes

her universe undone

 

 

 

 

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