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| 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
