• piano keys
    the tune rings
    and sings
    of the things
    that you find
    after it rains outside.
    and they glide like
    the high tide glides to the seashore
    when the waves calm after the storm.
    they tell tales of war and peace
    of foe and friend
    when the current bends
    and everything's okay again.
    the white of your eyes
    looking to the sky
    as you lie on the ground and cry
    because the tune makes you sad.
    and happy. and mad
    anxious. calm. excited uninterested
    confused informed
    loved
    hated.
    the fingers of time flowing over the back and white
    piano keys.
    and the tune rings.
    sings.
    glides-
    and you wake. and everything
    is gone.