piano

So I couldn't figure out why this poem popped out yesterday morning.  It was sunny, a summer day.  I was feeling chipper...my piano is in good shape and I play it...you know....it's not really literal...not about me...

I realize that it's probably grief over my mom's passing coming out in verse.  She brought music into the world, to so many people, into our family, into me. 

i stare at the keys

black and whites

they don't weep

and they don't speak

the fingers that used to create with a touch

are long long gone

and the silence

cries out