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 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
cries out
