Piano Man

Morning Sonata

I went with you to the practice room

watched you play piano

Your fingers hit the keys

and another pin fell into place 

in the lock deep inside me

Your style was not graceful

You didn't coax music from the instrument

so much as expect it

demand it

Yours were hands

not to be trifled with

I wanted those hands to unlock

the music I thought had died

I wanted those hands to make me sing

love songs 

in the key of ecstasy.

submitted for Thursday Think Tank, #92 Key, at Poets United